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Seppuku
Disgrace
dances in my life
with a black veil
and smiles at me
pointing to a crimson
Roman bath-or-
a Japanese short sword.
Existence is fleet,
and quicker when aided-
slowly redeeming
myself through disciplined
pain. Honor is
given when the oblivion
hits and kisses
my lips, softly.
But I slowly
touch my face;
I am not dancing
with my eyes turned
East. I am not
dancing with my bowels
on my knees. Smiling
subtly, I remind myself:
Life is tasty-
all things fade, ever honor.
Slowly and carefully-it
fades.
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