Come, Butterfly It's Late- We've Miles To

Collecting All The Rains Of May The Swift Mogami River.

Seek Not The Paths Of The Ancients; Seek That Which The Ancients Sought.

Every Moment Of Life Is The Last, Every Poem Is A Death Poem.

Don't Imitate Me / We Are Not Two Halves / Of A Muskmelon.

Year By Year, The Monkey's Mask Reveals The Monkey