A holy river runs through us -
the river of life -
With its twists and its turns,
and its banks out of sight.
(early morning misty light
scatter these dregs of the night -
O! the unbidden tears!)
Flotsam and jetsam
of years pass meby
Swirl in a whirlpool
Float in the sky.
(the azure blue heat-haze sky
ofchildhoods all gone by)
Down in the depths,
murky and drear,
Listen to the heartbeats
taste the iron fear....
Swim against the current -
in a tangle of weed -
stop in a hurry -
Is that all that we'll need?
floating along at our bull-rush ease
we stare quietly at the sun,
as we begin slowly to bleed.
It cannot be undone.
* Seppuku (Japanese: 切腹, "cutting [the] belly") , sometimes referred to as harakiri (腹切り, "abdomen/belly cutting", a native Japanese kun reading) , is a form of Japanese ritual suicide by disembowelment.
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