Despite (or maybe to spite) my high priced education
I want to be a wandering poet
draped in soft olive robes,
listening to the soft swirl of sakura
fall all around me
like pink snow.
The plethora of polysyllabics-
Exoticization-Romanticization-Eroticization-
are frail shadows in
the face of a quiet mountain framed in sun.
We deconstruct, deride and
analyze to a hair,
but the simple eminence of predawn light
makes all my philosophy feel foolish.
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