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plowing through a
mountain of dishes
listening to
shakuhachi masters
blow their bamboo
which sounds like
sadness in the wake
of great tragedy
or
standing upon
a mountaintop
before a duel
sword in its sheath
cool air in your lungs
accepting pain
and death as they are
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