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Said Sai to the Honinbou
Poetry asks for the best word
Precisely.
Go asks for the best hand
Only.
And yet
and yet.
There is room here
for infinite shapes.
Colours
beyond black and white.
Ladders, that lead to
Said the Honinbou to Sai
A god asks for the best hand
Precisely.
A hand asks for another hand
Only.
And yet
and yet.
There is room here for
paper fans that carry dreams
calloused fingertips that
carry fragments of
you
from far long ago to
me
to the
far away future
where
ghosts write imperfect patterns on kaya and paper and
computer screens
where
memory fades but never forgets
Said Sai to the Honinbou
Poetry asks for the best word
Precisely.
Go asks for the best hand
Only.
And yet
and yet.
There is room here
for infinite shapes.
Colours
beyond black and white.
Ladders, that lead to
windows, that open to
Universes
where
Stars wait to be captured
and a god waits patiently
for company.
Said the Honinbou to Sai
A god asks for the best hand
Precisely.
A hand asks for another hand
Only.
And yet
and yet.
There is room here for
paper fans that carry dreams
calloused fingertips that
carry fragments of
you
from far long ago to
me
to the
far away future
where
ghosts write imperfect patterns on kaya and paper and
computer screens
where
memory fades but never forgets
completely
the sound of
your voice whispering
shapes that I never knew
were poetry.