Butoh I
Shaved heads left
with no identity
crawling out of
dust's eternity
they spit and howl
the beauty true
foiled hopes under the
white pale hue
the dream of what
you shouldn’t
might
not really
couldn’t
don’t look now!
It's horrible
it's shocking
it's what you are
it's what we know
it's not the no
it's not the yes
just to confess
you don't get what it's
all about it's
something crazy
it's something strange
emotion's range
of darkness light
the rays of night
under the white face
of your soul
out of control
in rhythm that
just cannot be
known to men
like you and me.
It's pure as
New York snow
it touches where
you cannot know
it cries
it laughs
it says it all
in words
untold
as black stars
fall
it's here
it's now
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poem by Boaz Zippor
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