Garden on Silence

IkkoNarahara_GardenonSilence_1958-1977

And then what’s the point,

you great, grandiose piece of myth.

¬†What’s the point of you

shining like a diamond,

spitting like a volcano,

sweeping us across in waves of hope.

No, god needs not me,

No, nor my faith neither.

Long live my loyal gin,

musk of my mirth.

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The photograph is a work of Ikko Narrahara titled ‘garden of slience’. You can check out more of his work here.

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