Heart – Toju Lusan
The heart is limited in its pursuit,
valves opened and closed like doors
leading nowhere. What being
designs its own destruction, falls
short of longings it feeds the earth
Idiosyncrasy – Toju Lusan
In my dream, I wander naked
into the past where the rain
is dark and hot and no wonder
we are so blemished. I know
the taste of regret