In your eye
there shines
a beacon

that beckons
me to come

In your eye
there lies a lesson

threatening
to prove
me dumb

In your eye
there hides
a pitfall

in which
I'd surely die

Your eye holds many wonders
when you get caught in my eye

In my ears
there is a humming

that I assign
to various causes

Sometimes,
I call it

"silence"

but the humming never pauses

Once the vibes are organized
and the causes become clear,

there are countless sounds
to be found
when listening to my ears

Dew-dropped honeysuckle
is a scent that I adore

Wisteria and fresh cut hay
are two that I love more

The sweet smells
and the stenches...
whether labeled
"dung"or "rose"

"pee"or"rain"
the fact remains...

I love to smell my nose

There's no method
to my madness
There's no reason
to my rhyme

and I'd like to take this moment

since I seem
to have the time

Play a little dobro koto
Let's home spin
a bit of Zen

and find out
what lies
over there

Now that we're here again

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