The Fractal Journal
Integrative Analysis
Momiji Hazushi (Poem)
The evening is a brush
That paints strange portraits
Wild scenes all in a rush
Of wonders, loves, and hates
Wind that passess between branches
Dwindling light a pattern maker
Cascades meaning in avalanches
Summon now the undertaker
For apathy has passed beyond
We live in light we live in shadow
In a sacred sort of bond
Intermingling to glow
As crimson petal
Of the waxing maple
All in one and one in All
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