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hitokiri battousai
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no i didn't write it. it's an interesting poem that made me think of you and i thought you might appreciate it. it's by the taiwanese modern poet Qin Zihao.
Seashells
Seashells, Neptune's temples
When starlight knocks at midnight
the temple doors open
And there at the edge of the sea
a shell calls out your name--
Ah! Beautiful daughter of Neptune
Like a shell, my house has no rafters
Like a shell, my house is small
My door opens to the azure sky
The vista rolls out, unhurriedly
to the limitless empryean
through my window, night after night
the moon and stars come calling
The sea is inside, telling a storyabout Neptune
Music flows, you are asleep in the sea
Asleep in the sea, the reflection of your light
like a rainbow
Revealed in the mirror's resplendent surface
Trembling, I bow down and worship
Your forty black roses
And one red camellia
Says the sea, come float in me
Says the earth, come weigh on me
Yet here we are
Beyond space, beyond time
The lines on a shell no longer mark
morning and evening tides
Numbers have returned to the primordial,
the recondite
This place where we are is an alien realm
So, come float in me, says the sea
And a shell calls out your name
-- Qin Zihao
Seashells
Seashells, Neptune's temples
When starlight knocks at midnight
the temple doors open
And there at the edge of the sea
a shell calls out your name--
Ah! Beautiful daughter of Neptune
Like a shell, my house has no rafters
Like a shell, my house is small
My door opens to the azure sky
The vista rolls out, unhurriedly
to the limitless empryean
through my window, night after night
the moon and stars come calling
The sea is inside, telling a storyabout Neptune
Music flows, you are asleep in the sea
Asleep in the sea, the reflection of your light
like a rainbow
Revealed in the mirror's resplendent surface
Trembling, I bow down and worship
Your forty black roses
And one red camellia
Says the sea, come float in me
Says the earth, come weigh on me
Yet here we are
Beyond space, beyond time
The lines on a shell no longer mark
morning and evening tides
Numbers have returned to the primordial,
the recondite
This place where we are is an alien realm
So, come float in me, says the sea
And a shell calls out your name
-- Qin Zihao