Looking through the trees
at the green blue fading scene
Beyond accompanied by
slight giddiness at the beauty
Of the mechanism under
musical fountains and
Artificial skinny silver
songbirds wrapped in their cloudy
Heaven of mother-of-pearl,
he saw all kinds of war then.
I, myself, could not
imagine the manifestation of this trompe l´oeil.
Haggard with watching, he
said it was like being
In a bar full of violent
prostitutes killing with impunity,
Sunset´s elusive viridian
ray sprouting in the sky.
Well I was quite wrong
about him after all. Not a hero
But a hospital case. They
took care to ensure his facial
Expression revealed
nothing, as a spy, or just as observer:
Everything that should
have been laid out was simply presupposed
In the Edo evening. I have
no memory of this: riding always invisible.
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