Hokusai (1830-1833)
The invisible eye of the great wave
make a hole in your body, you embrace
and their watersheds.
The harmless and beautiful wave
that inspired verses of bread and salt
the sleepless dreamers,
will now be the prelude to a funeral
cherry blossom endless
the loss of other garden fresh. Mar
green and opaque, scorched prairie
full of deep burrows where they hide their fears. Painful exorbitant
pain of others, not go away, nor the tide
successive wreckage of the tiny debris
of things
sleeping in the crates.
The harmless converted into horror,
goddess of all waves, crowned our media
time
as an indomitable soul.
The invisible eye of the great wave
are now rows of mud,
on which messages will be left in tissue paper
precious
endless whispers, and weeping with those who
sour drunk,
the date stamp of the artist .
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