In cold mountains there are flowers to eat

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In cold mountains there are flowers to eat
I left myself
locked behind a door
asleep
steam bloomed
over
gentian blue streets ,
I saw no one ,
and they were
whispering
in cold mountains
there are
flowers to eat 

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I heard water rushing
beneath
every stone and weaved
through silver pipes ,
the veins of vining leaves
laughter
from a stairwell splashed free ,
drew mist before
the shadow
of Togakushi
lanterns bowed their heads , lanterns
rest their eyes ,
I was a trespasser
with god's permission

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in the onsen
myself steeped ,
drifting
lungs swelled within heat
against clouded mirrors
my sleeping mind heaved ,
narrows unfurled
their perfumed sleeves ,
deep earth
medicine , sulfur
swirling , black
tea ,

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until I woke
myself
to gentian blue streets ,
I slid open
the door
using god's keys
to whispering lanterns ,
my limbs offered
steam ,
in cold mountains
there are
flowers to eat.
- a. vos 

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