some music to read my first Tanka by.
it takes a few seconds to begin.
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then, not Now
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the night falls so short…
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this day… it’s already known,
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feel chills in my bones
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before cold air cracks my skin.
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Beast of Imagination,
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why torture me so
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with your images… of then?
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why is it you tease
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and taunt me with history?
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and clothe me in colors
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my eyes do not see?
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i reach hard for… the Moment,
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long for the Present
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of the… what could be Now.
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but.. this day…this day…knows then.
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who could know then 