The Book of Haiku Revelation

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stone autumn twilight
scattered willow loneliness
joy of end to be

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rice and three sardines
light behind calm morning oaks
millionaire threshold

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barrel of plum dust
living voice of the sparrow
disposable rain

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old prostitute . . . a
dried anchovy of impure
snake trout endurance

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the imperial
glamour of the cormorant
pointing south in mist

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pale spring moon dawning . . .
I bow until a woman
sings a jade rope song

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