a life strung with severed heads
Along the roots of an unbidden rain
rises the estranged stamen,
casting its violet shadow
into the cup of tea.
I eat the steaming violet
along with my tea.
From the sanctum of the jasmine flower,
even the winds arise,
wandering winds
and a life strung with severed heads.
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