When I see you again, orchids in porcelain and subtle saffron
speckling the bamboo tangles, a backdrop the way stories unravel
and mystery unfurls, genetic fragility gap-toothed and
bereft of straight meanings, longing to hold the pith, its tension to find
the hearth, rhythm of salt and wave, rind and core, ying/yang, the play between.
To become a real player I will follow the notes of the ne,
ancient instrument of Persia that demands the notch to the front teeth
for only with the notch can I link you after reaching with my song.
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