Standing like warriors in the mist,
bamboo forest emptiness.
In my heartbeat's settling breath,
death's promise, undoing.
Messianic in growth, bamboo
wood-grass measures time
in partitions. Sifting mana
from soil - soul from sap.
I elapse into your wanton growth
collapse into bamboo
mazes of mind, in observance
I merge with you, I find quiet.
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