Sweet lifting air. Bringing fragrant splashes up and in. That stout plug. Knob on dome. I’ll close my eyes. Deadblack peer. Long slow breaths. Briny breaths. Huge out there. Peaceful too. Wonder where all the snow goes when it melts. Here, right? Back into the ocean. Across the earth. Doesn’t stay wherever it goes, though. Far off and close. I’ll stay seated here for a while. Rocking waves knocking rocks. Smoothed over time. Tiny bits of sediment shaved off. Bit by bit. Over and over. Where does it all go? Everywhere, right?
Seki Takashi’s new tape, Alone, is out on Onmyōdō Cassette.
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