VaGótha Kuroibara
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Field of plains—
Hills of singularity.
A tree of fruitlessness
Atop the hill.
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From blackest night to deepest sea
I long beyond of what's in me.
From calming sea to lightest tower—
From grains of sand to latest hour.
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An anchored boat—a tinkered past.
A rocky shore—a light of last.
A fisher's hook from down below.
A glass of casing—I bestow.
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As red as cherry wine.
With satin petals fine.
Uprooted as you were.
Cut terminals—I concur.
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The Hill
Field of plains—
Hills of singularity.
A tree of fruitlessness
Atop the hill.
In my wake in field of plains,
One hill is where I sit.
Against the monad of tree.
One hill is where I stand.
Venture far, I do not go.
Stationed here, I do stay low.
Winds of East, yet sunrise North.
Rains of South, yet grassgrowth West.
Only rains when night falls over.
Day is dry when sunset slumber.
Venture far? I don not go.
Stationed here, I do not grow!
Quite the test.
Will I pass?
Venture far.
Will I last?
Long as I remember who,
The God of All Comfort.
I must bid this hill, "Adieu".
Uncomfortable to leave—the familiar.
Bereaved to leave—my...familiar.
Long as I remember who,
The God of All Comfort
Will bring me anew!
A new familiar.
An old history.
A different quest.
Another growth.
Longing in staying,
But meaning in growing.
Until next hill,
See you; I will.
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