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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