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(written in Tokyo, 11-15-99)

random unrelated stream of conscious
seemingly no direction as prayer beeds fumble in hand
problematic forks in the road make us stall
comfortable routine and boredom a less bleak path
perhaps a treacherous yet exciting stroll to the left
meanwhile, pixelated madness brings lifelesness to mind
i resist the distraction of Nipponese earthquake
	give pause to ponder
an eternal braid of love, lust and lost
eighteen different flavors of reason