the house of souls tanka sequence

the house of souls
a doorway stopped by clouds
inside my dream     
he lives alone, the wilderness
will not let him go


I come
from the wilderness
I awaken
in this body broken
like a sword

I ache
thinking of the seasons,
how they pass,
and how I change
into Tiresias’ weathered sex

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