It Was Reality I Should Have Doubted All Along

Instead of descriptions, an appetizer (of sorts): Once more the Haiku lore is brokenCount as you may.No foray. It shall not help us. No-thing can help.Too late. The ancient pond -water unstill. No peace.The frog of poetryleaped. All that remains -stands by. One day, we tooshall standin the centerof the capital, and hear the alarm of time reminding us to recall to missto long those memories. Alas, the memories are long go