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takingstockofwhatmattersmost:

we dance along the jagged line
between proper and
not
twirling and pirouetting
on timid toes
with glancing eyes
and guilty
minds
i hold you at arms length
in failed guise
and a wanting dream
you come no nearer
for the same
as the sweet lullaby plays
and the night grows
dark

forgetlings:

At first it was the beauty of the cherry blossoms; now, as I grow old, the flowers of a hundred worlds leave seeds within my heart.

— Kamisaka Sekka