the wind is blowing
Tokyo's winter confronts me
confounds me
pounds on me
through my long coat
through my drunkenness
through my loneliness
it is only a fool's cry
from eternity
to maturity
a subject that I never truly understood
give me this dream
I have desired it
give me this desire
I have dreamed of it
drunken poetics
and the enclosing winter night of Tokyo
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