#demonho

Okedô-Taiko, 1983.

Once started, a beating heart streams crimson shades;

Mere ripple on the surface of an ocean, Here I currently am. For a while. Forty years sounding like thunder, Flowing with the crashing waves Fading into an ocean of stories and faces.

From a chain of semi-aware choices Came I to be, back then in 83.

From chance, I rose up and struck the heads, Afloat in nothingness, resounded I Banged the drum to my own beat. By blood or coincidence, cause those who came before me, for those coming after to be I remain, still echoing.

Rain pours, within each drop a reflection of its own.

Stranded and strange point of view;

Waterbased, Watercolored,

A place for solitude.

Coffee time fun!