Ronin 3
Before I wake this split second of pure white joy
alone in a field of blowing grasses and nothing
No sound no fear no joy no duty
just infinity with the sun and sky and self
The quiet peace humbles me before I blink
And clash thunderous swords with a soul
I share no history with except an ending
A tear-filled mother and scorn-bitten child that realize
nothing but the taste of vengeance in their mouths
their spit burns the earth it falls on
as a father’s blood feeds the flowers
that grow in spring
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