My dearly beloved, bullet train I was arrested in car number twelve From Osaka to Tokyo You had me at train now departing I've committed to memory Your clean blue and white lines They remind me of calmness And I sat transfixed As Japan rushed me by As if handmade, hand sculpted, hand nurtured By… Continue reading Hikari



I am patient zero, catching dream sequences at speeds exceeding three hundred kilometres per hour My heart does not race It sings, trembling For the way the world looks back into me The high speed whistle soothes Tunnels blanket me And window side I catch glimpses of unspeakable scenes: The trees are serene The rivers… Continue reading Shinkansen