"Since we're born as humans,
we should have dreams
as big as the Pacific Ocean"
— Sakamoto Ryoma
Your long sword succeeded. I cried
without tears for you. You vanished
the dream of a simple man. The sun
rose after the autumn rain. I noticed
the waves kiss the shore. So gentle
was the sand to the sea. Embracing
the froth of the ebbing tide, I tasted
the salt my lips remembered. Melted
hearts like mine yearned. For leaves,
I called the wind. For flush blossoms,
I whistled my song. They all mourned
for the dying bamboo sparrow. I lay
in my bleeding kimono. The butterfly
emerged from the pocket. Its wings
in my dead hand flapped. The blade
glistening in silence, my staring eyes
saw Mt. Fuji. My eyelids then closed
after its head nudged. It was my time
to go where spirits dwelled. We flew.
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