Wind licks my face,
Lingers in my ears,
My moped spits a storm,
Cuts through pavement with it's gears
High arc in the back,
Full of power,
Inside, lazy energy hangs from the air,
Am I melting,
No I think I'll be just fine,
Melting's for watery witches,
And their dissolvable stitches…
In the Onsen
Baths of different stages of life,
Come out the ground,
Join them and rejoin my roots,
To that swollen sound
Is this working?
Can't the steam clean out my mind?
When I stand, my head's in the clouds
Eyes dark as space,
Ears blacked out,
In the Onsen…

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