A poem I wrote of Kaneda and thoughts The characters are not owned by me but the poem is

Waking standing here,

Is it a dream,

Or illusion

Standing in this pile of dark rubbel,

Only one word in my mind

It won't stop, repeating its self

Listening as it gets clearer and clearer

Watching the sun go down

The blast only lasted seconds

Though felt like years

The word it gets clearer and clearer

The night darkens

Still standing there

Hoping its all a dream

He isn't really gone?

The name becomes clear

AKIRA ©