do not belabor
your mind and precious
time for this is just
what the world of kitaro
is all about: a mirage,
aura, aurora,
aqua, fire, simmering horizon
his pilgrimage and
oasis.
we only see the back of him
walking away from us
long black hair,
black jacket, and worn
out indian shoes.
follow him and bite his dust.
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