the other night
           in my sleep I said:
                      "I must either start
all over again or achieve a catharsis"
           I have no idea what I meant
nor did the moon sailing on as she does
                      over everything
wars births despairs the trivial
           blisses of flowers
or ants but in any case that cool
           unwavering light seemed
a kind of reparation

The other night, I got spirited away. No, I did. To Tokyo, on a very tasteful Japanese bath towel. Well at least I think I did.

(Acknowledgements to Hayao Miyazaki)