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darkness shrouds
over bare branches ...
autumn crow
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dark dark night ...
he enters the alchemy
of dreams
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nameless shapes
unfurl in river fog ...
this too has no name
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a power plant
seeding manipura rain ...
radiant spring
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borrowed autumn ...
these hedgehogs rolling out
of wonderland
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the autumn sun
somewhere behind the smoke
of her cremation
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common ground—
the dreams of the forgotten
take a break
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autumn dusk . . .
long forgotten bottles
bob in the tide
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morning mist—
the nameless that haunts
my mirror
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the long night ...
a monk breaks open
his silence
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hidden depths ...
a dragonfly skims
what I cannot
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moonlit night ...
the mottling of goose bumps
on her thighs
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wordless poem ...
birdsong brings relief
to my longing
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howling winds
gnash at tossing dreams ...
sea debris
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shooting season ...
a refuge of ducks
lower their sights
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youthful blush ...
Oh! Celia, Celia,
Celia shits!
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autumn love ...
moonlight silences
the rumpled bed
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dawn maiden ...
the long day's journey
into night
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spring storm ...
the river of stars
flooding her
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swelling clouds
brood detachedly
over death -
the life that escapes
from my every pore
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a child places
a finger to her lips—
God whispers
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perigee moon
brightly prophesying
the death of stars
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nonchalant
the cat grooms itself ...
cesium rain
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for tonight
let us all be dying ...
radiant cloud
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on the edge—
a world of pain embraces
the universe
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open eyes ...
may my heart pound
when day breaks
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moonlit trail ...
he tracks the centre-line
of a Möbius strip
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passing clouds ...
still not the same ones
as yesterday
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wordless dirge—
reality breezes in
on a chill wind
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funeral wake ...
fitting together once more
each missing piece
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autumn dusk ...
the descent of light
into its past
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along this path
loneliness rustles
its brushstrokes
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autumn night ...
from across the abyss
a morepork's reply
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this emptiness
being filled only
with a morepork's call
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autumn dusk ...
the sun flashes off
falling leaves
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centering himself
the laughing child in me
pisses in the snow
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frost at dawn ...
the delicacy of light
melting dreams
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pine harvest ...
a monk prays beneath
tonsured hills
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bastard offspring
of cherry blossoms—
unpetalled words
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into the shadows
of hand-written pages
autumn dusk
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autumn path ...
the abandonment of leaves
splayed out
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night prayer—
some bird counterpoints
the cantor's silence
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incoming fog ...
through the crosshairs of love,
an albatross
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Speech (paraphrased) given by Obersturmführer Franz Hössler to a group of Greek Jews in the undressing room shortly before the group was led into the gas chamber to be killed:
"On behalf of the camp administration I bid you welcome. This is not a holiday resort but a labor camp. Just as our soldiers risk their lives at the front to gain victory for the Third Reich, you will have to work here for the welfare of a new Europe. How you tackle this task is entirely up to you. The chance is there for every one of you. We shall look after your health, and we shall also offer you well-paid work. After the war we shall assess everyone according to his merits and treat him accordingly."
"Now, would you please all get undressed. Hang your clothes on the hooks we have provided and please remember your number [of the hook]. When you've had your bath there will be a bowl of soup and coffee or tea for all. Oh yes, before I forget, after your bath, please have ready your certificates, diplomas, school reports and any other documents so that we can employ everybody according to his or her training and ability."
"Would diabetics who are not allowed sugar report to staff on duty after their baths".
Zyklon-B ...
and yet the sound of water
through the night