Sleeping Powder

Lines unto each could spike a moth with a toothpick and walk on water. From calligrpahic text written on a wall by its master, Wang [?] learned to write with his body: thought, ink, line, curse, death. In a violent movement, words are buried. [?] snake. Moon in the stream. Surging the hopeless nightmare. Building destroyed, cycle turned. [?], the [?] samurai. [?] defeated the hermit monk with [?] diagram style. Traces in the dust. Numbers, mathematics, body art. Cat versus rat. Smoke in the room. A sleeping powder set alight. Powder scraped from a mixture of Paulownia tree leaves. A centipede, cotton [?], yellow [?], three male rats, all powdered. Swordsman turns to dead lanes of corpses, slicing pieces of flesh, stacking them, offcuts, to test their cutting powder further. In a [?] [?] held back Commander [?] with twenty four war arrows, some fitted with homing bombs that howled in the air. Luchan once knocked a man thirty feet across the room just by laughing. [Kyushiro?] [?] full Moon cut, it's a circling motion of two swords that drew opponents in to the past of their dazzling light. Just before the Moon was full, circle complete. [?] could make his kill. [Yang Chin-hu?] once defeated celebrated swordsmen by using a brush. He could hold a swallow in his open palm by hearing its energy and withdrawing his own. And the bird had no launching pad from which to fly away. [?] service