The Ballad of Fantomu I

I. Asakusa

Longing nostalgia
With that lingering old-tokyo feeling,
Aching for belonging
To a time never known

II. ⁠9-hrs

Coffin like
Two metres by a half
Slowly fade to sleep
Then awake,
Up, out
Drag the wheels
Check
In-out
Rest.

Then stay awake...
And realise,
This is transformative.
Metamorphosis.

III. ⁠Kyoto

Amber.

Crafts stores bustling,
Incense smoking,
With strangers, wayfaring
Into the amber shrines

And all the while
Through the looking glass,
We don't see

A man,
stuck in time
A place
Not of the times
Perhaps,
In another life