my stiff knees are not Buddha yet
a frozen octopus dreams of ocean tides
day after us after them after day
a flock of cranes higher than Spring
and the iris drinks the water and the iris withers
my stiff knees are not Buddha yet
a frozen octopus dreams of ocean tides
day after us after them after day
a flock of cranes higher than Spring
and the iris drinks the water and the iris withers