Ugetsu

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You, when you turn star
over Sun Kingdom
what dust would you
collect to crush?

Divine a canon of Satori
when our signs are in retreat
do we breathe now in fiction
to cosmic radiant backbeat?

I’ll wait for you
I’ll wait for you

I’ll trade you a western gunslinger
for true bloodline Samurai
if you trade a ghost in the next world
for wasted form of our closing lives

Haunt the current events
Obake in twisted sheets
in electric fan shorting out
in every stranger to me

I’ll wait for you
I’ll wait for you
I’ll wait for you
I’ll wait for you