Just before it rains,
particulars appear cared
for. In the middle
distance the egret
stalks something it can feel in
two feet of water.
The letting of life
is beyond good and evil.
We are as nothing.
Above the big house
overlooking the water,
light and dark change sides.
Kogo kizoku.
Awakening from the high,
return to the low.
Crackle of lightning.
Not far away thousands rage
at arms and The Man.
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