will the gust of snowflakes in the wavering sun

will the gust of snowflakes in the wavering sun

look like the pink of cherry flowers?

if Spring were never to again come.

would heart know all vernal solace,

in the warm, light-footed dance of bonfire?

suppose the mountain is polluted by snake's adder.

stinking of rotting flesh.

while all incense-borne trees were a-fallen,

and rivers in oozing tears of dark oil run

that vision of final destination

could we ever hope to surmount?

with the nimmed perfume and robbed scent,

from lightning-bonding of profane molecules,

which forms the ancients did not understand?

the iron vessel had been sent by inferno

born of earthly grain mills

to take down Princess Kaguya's eternal lost home

do moon rabbits and their labour-song get stranded

in that lonely giant leap of eternal man?

he did not hear sound of mochi-pounding, Armstrong

he wore a space-helmet, that looked like

out-bulged eye of a discounted dead fish

there is no air for it outside...

back in earth, the sallow sun is forever ill-sunken

on the horizon, and never is the returning grey dawn;

and when nightly my visions,

sitting on the flames of Nandaka---somersaulting like a monkey

in sunyata---I sat not on black fires of aether

and smelt no unearthly scent...nor a sentiment

more prolonging than warmth of a beautiful hand

in the vacuum of space I could not breathe

nor could Nandaka's earthly flame burn

so I put down the sword sheathed in Ignorance

and allowed my Self to expand to infinite-fold

let futures be bygones, and past be oblivion

a man taking up the shape of Cosmos

O, I am entire

in blindness, and swallowing down

my desires caused me not even cold tears

and I disentangled my former being

to the space-time totality of ephemeral foam before you

embrace in the void, all your feeling of space's overflowing atoms,

and time's abyssal gazes...

( to your way)

I am an adder-doused lotus petal

the size of cosmos-river

and without memories of my own scent

flowing down a bed of emptiness

greater than what I can know

to a fate unknown as well

seek not light from me, men

and demand from me no profile of heavenly paradise

I am a rushing river full of my own pinkless fallenness

drunken, joy-debauched, righteous in being meaningless and self-induced

towards that farthest place---the final cliff of the world, yon I ran

and yet still further! further more I shall go on,

neither this, here, happiness nor sorrow, yonder I go!

nor this and that shore, beyond---

beyond even all the Full-Stop visions' End!

mark of "!" , not at even this very moment I stayed for you

I am the river that shall never return....

I am the End that shall never return...

I am the history of life that will never in myself return...