Musashi’s Dream

Cracking rain outside today.
Only the fashionable
gangsters dancing.
Thinking the moon still
whispers their desires.
They are no more
than unbought remnants
of an inglorious past.
An acrid legacy of
the dancing queens.
And the dying beasts of our time.
How lucky we are to
expand a love yearning.
As the rain water thunders.


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