Kansuke Yamamoto
My heart whittles away all intermediary
None who enter shall ever replicate her song
In the absence of data there is always instinct
That I exist is the only catalyst essential to expression
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I dream of brush-fires and lightening
Of incidentals and incendiaries
I am intolerant of dysfunction
When it overtakes my composition
To be an alien in the the desert
Is exceptional only in the clarity
Of a well-articulated obligation
Better to be the only Venusian
In a fountain of supple dreams
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All these delusions
These unsolicited truths
Shed on gestation
They are mine to gather
Who else exists that can
Define precisely their shape?
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I exist in the minutiae
In the dalliances
Of stones and silhouettes
The muse’s pock-marked face
Composed in odyssey
I am not afraid of demons
Only of men who speak falsely
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Were I without hope
I’d cease scavenging
Were I without gratitude
My pen would halt
Its recursive sonnet
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I am an optimist canvassing
Hell for a paradise lost
A misfit who sees angels
In the veils of the prosaic
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My non appointment appointment took an unexpectedly long time. Though there was a scheduling error and they sent me home as soon as I arrived I spent a weird amount of time trying to get home again. I didn’t have much time to write and I now have the pressure of knowing the appointment isn’t even over yet!
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