What good wld. fame
have meant, in this ruined
world./ love might have
been a nice reward,
for having taken the trouble
to come, but in these
streets & alleys, I
didn't find/ you.
DEATH
showed her face to me, even then
I was not accepted, did it matter, if I finally
found the ladder to the infinite, did
it matter, that the sea rolled
away fr. me, did it matter, that
my fellows left this earth so dishonorably
or did the dishonor lie w. the killers in wait, what.
good wld. fame have meant, in a world
or ruined nightingales, if the grave
spoke & called my name, what
good wld. it have done, if I
had
answered.
Tokyo 18.11.15
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