In a Japanese Garden tanka sequence
In a Japanese Garden a cloud of stars singing about their lives ... ten thousand fingers lead me through a garden at the end of night the slow hours and stone lanterns of a night pool— a symphony some god forgot behind these moss-covered walls is death . . . must I settle into this phantom life do I know better than God? bamboo shoots and a hand-picked iris … the ikebana in the temple alcove wired into silence