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from the distant sun

a rash of bursting spots

each wave breaking ashore

brings one thousand storms

upon ten thousand seas

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see crazy chaos

in a seismograph’s scratches

randomly flicking

backwards and forwards –

such poor decision making

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footprints of the wind

each grain removed

left empty – oh

a precarious balance

in the swing of a pendulum

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Haiku-heights theme: nature

unavoidably

my true nature – leopard’s spots

run through like rock

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the world a void

rotating in space – ether

a void the world

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I stand before you

blow away the dust – mirror

what do you see now?!

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cold winds brush the land

owl monochromatic drifts

down falling

veiled by mists an orb – cool

casts yellow o’er the land

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acer leaves adhered

to a wet black bench

colours running

children amongst rocks

echoes of lost summer

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Fault-Finding

sitting silently

upon these  rocks

above the cold

of a quarried box

across the angled

faces steep

watching shadows

slowly creep

and the darkened smile

of a fracture cracked

all through this hill

but here – where hacked

it is exposed

to the wild winds

at this look-out –

but look within

it runs and runs

all along these views

the length of the hill

and for more – continues

so look into

the mountain’s rent

below the manes of pines

by the cold winds bent

for the very heart

of the world is dark

but listen – above

sings the bright skylark

and blue harebells

so very sweet

lie here scattered

all around my feet

nodding with

the summer breeze

for ill winds blown out

now all is at ease

until mid-day

will the shadows shrink

then they’ll grow cold and long

with the black of ink

but until then

under all weathers

I’ll just sit here – in purple

among the heather.

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