If you were a Hokusai

If you were a Hokusai, which would you be?
I have done the rounds for my seven-year cycle,
which I have never heard of
Only tonight I go out to dance, but cannot.
Caught in a lens that only I see    
My only sense is a chamomile cloud
My only life is hourly
My house too small for thought
Too big for humility
These minutes too significant to forget
what bright falling leaves we are  

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