Nakata, Kafka On The Shore
The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
Paper Cup
I will find you there.
Words erode and
give in to the hisses,
faces dangle and fall
out of the life pockets.
Both lost, somewhere
out on the streets:
in puddles, floating;
in trash cans, tangled between the iron mesh;
by neon lit bus stands,
trapped inside the stranded paper cup;
under ancient park-benches;
in shades of trees;
in the air.
Presence gleams.
Above all the rubbles
of doubt and fear,
beyond the chewing gum stained sidewalks
and the display of enlarged digital digits,
past words and faces,
to what remains,
I submit.
Here.
Hold me then.
A recent artwork I did for Sequoia Tees. Check it out!
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True Nature Of Things



