Night Traveling, Day Dreaming, while Mapping my Escapisms, Tracing Love
Well, this seems a bit strange, Moon although I loved the one via the link "women in blue water." Hope you are well these days. Things are very tense at home around this election cycle. Fortunately, I find solace in the blooms of spiritualism. You haven't come by to visit in weeks; hope we haven't lost our zap. Warmly,/ph
Kafka on the ShoreHaruki MurakamiYou sit at the edge of the world,I am in a crater that's no more.Words without lettersStanding in the shadow of the door.The moon shines down on a sleeping lizard.Little fish rain down from the sky.Outside the window there are soldiers,steeling themselves to die.(Refrain)Kafka sits in a chair by the shore,Thinking of the pendulum that moves the world, it seems.When your heart is closed.The shadow of the unmoving Sphinx,Becomes a knife that pierces your dreams.The drowning girl's fingersSearch for the entrance stone, and more.Lifting the hem of her azure dress,She gazes-at Kafka on the shore.
Remarkably odd, yet sensitive.
Clearly someone has been inspired by Atsmon Ganor...- Luciana
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