gatekeepers

guarding the land of the unknown

waiting moon falls

out in ibaraki, early autumn air

practice makes perfect

two unknown people practice an old dance

many lines

some to cross and some to not

green grass

island in the heart of tokyo

waystations

on the way to eternity

stretched out at my feet

clouds stirred and moody

light bulb unlit

in a dirty defused night

paths walked down

the other day in ueno