all the strange thoughts, i bathe myself with,
feeling the soapiness of the matter and the wetness of all
the newness, i feel clean
about new faces and friends and places
i have never been too,
into all these, fog and mist, and valleys and grass
and winding paths,
all these new, bushes and bamboos
leading me
still to you.
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