Grounded, unaware of growing and fading elements
Holding on to each moment, unbearable burden
It passed with you I think it didn’t happen
I didn’t enjoy because I don’t believe
Water and air slid in between
Dried out bare soil, a thurst awoken
Teeth and lips frozen in an open figure
Waiting
Meanwhile, a man fed its beast
Sun beaten desert, gas tanks
Those dust surrounded boots
The tired ring shining away
Air conditioned rooms and carpets
People float around and whisper
Muffled thoughts, thresholds
Laugh and smile, kill all the sound
The lady slid a coin and the music started
Tickling the spine and the leg
Eyes and armpits sled down the chair
In the end bodies and tiles on the ground
Daido Moriyama |
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