Kyoto

In Kyoto,
a place melting forever
in his human hands,
I am.

And when I float away
I still exist within him -
and together with nothingness,
I'll never be there again,
in Kyoto.

An omnipresence rarely realized
by those destined to never witness
a boulder's backwards birth
into sand.

Oh! Just to steal away
to fill this page -
I cry tears that taste
just the same
as the one's I'm still crying
in Kyoto.

(Oh, to know!
To know, to feel,
to see it all at once!)
Those tears
for the glory of a pain,
for the joy of a truth
so strange -

I could only laugh
when I remembered it saying,

":I have to die knowing you."

Then from my very truth;
She, I, me -we-
traveled through the space
that melts and separates
me from you, Kyoto.

From myself alone
in the sinking boat I
sailed home,
and the cypher I spoke clearly,
(that dead language
so faint and fleeting)

the words Pluto keeps frozen
when Kyoto is me,
and prolifically, us too...

"I have to live, being with you."

Oh! To be all three
at once,
to breathe as one
and "to want one thing!"

To be "high on strife,"
all-too-aware
of the nature of deserving
of obtaining right!

To know truly Kyoto's foundations,
to love all it's cracks,
and then to speak with
no need for explainations...

"I would fight for that."

I remain in no city,
no structure or metals planted
cold into the land -

but in Kyoto (departing)
always
(and never again)
melting forever
in his human hands.