# Provocation VII

**Published by:** [Pirophanes](https://paragraph.com/@pirophanes/)
**Published on:** 2022-01-17
**URL:** https://paragraph.com/@pirophanes/provocation-vii

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I The wind blows kind the storm is announced There the light reveals some blade A hand holding a sword it vibrates and the air whispers II Two men wet their katanas in the river Cherry trees exploded on the road: April it was Murasama and Musamune watched flowers run over the water When flowers crashed against Murasama’s blade they were softly cut in halves “That is my blade”, Murasama claimed sadly noticing that flowers don’t bleed “Yours, Musamune, lets flowers escape. They touch its sharpness, and avoid it” Musamume smiled and in lotus he watched the river flow crystal clear reflecting the metal in his sword reflected in the water “My sword does not cut beautiful things” claimed Masamune and took his katana off the water It was dry. III The sword comes with the scale the scale comes with the matter weighted measured cut Where the useless grows, evil grows, for evil hides within decoration Facing the sword we measure our usefulness and when it rains inside the rain calls us and we forget the word beauty we do not think and we are the rain crashing against the stones and against the lake and the earth where insects and frogs come out from and we leave our home to look for the home of the world and we are the home we are the sword

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