THE EIGHTFOLD FENCE

Listen but do not hear Hiding from life's buccaneer "Oy mate! What is this you speak of?" I speak of a box I speak of solitude I speak of impenetrable gates and all "You don't say" "Where can I find these gates of myth" In the land of the Samurai Nature goes awry Death lives nearby Never too far from goodbye "Existence, you hold no value," they imply There's comfort in a box behind the impregnable hedge Eight folds, eight feet, so girthly, so grand Even the great Osaka couldn't boast of bulwarks so grandiose, so intricate The secret place fit for God, your soul and mind In a world as strange as this Please tell me what is better than this? It puts a smile on my face I envy the artisans Masters of the eightfold fence From whence it's secrets? I could not sense But remains still, intense suspense about its contents Arrivederci Dave The Griot