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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required An old farmer, bent forward, even his shadow has grown old. Upon his shoulder lies a lonely afternoon. Quite a lot of time has been spent around rice and ash gourds. If I could rub away the marks of age from the body of this lifetime with an eraser, would rebirth then glitter in my hands? On the sky of the night school I have stuck a handwritten moon with chewing gum. I could not become a teacher of mathematics, nor could I become milk in the breast of a teenage girl. Now I catwalk on the runway of a black hole, sit in a restaurant and eat chow mein with chopsticks, go to the PlayStation and destroy submarines with a joystick. With every step, an intoxicating love echoes. In the water of the ploughed field is reflected the sky, torn apart by the deep blade of the plough. Beside melancholy walks what I am searching for, but I do not know what it is. It remains within my being, a fever drawn out from apples and pears. That fever, I act out. At dusk, young women, filled with evening, light fires with twigs and straw on their moist bodies. Beside them wanders the cat of the night. A frog lies dead on the road. There is no memorial for it. Beside one tree, another tree. Moonlight rests upon their heads. All the truths of life gather in the lolling, lush heads of rice. Now, come, let us draw a door upon the body of age, and exchange hands with the Brahminy kite.
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