those glorious days
that white clear place
the time has come to get back both of it
i hear the loud palpatation of life
when i decided to stand on my own loneliness
the mist floating in the brilliant air
casts a black shade shadow-
as a weakness grows in your mind
loneliness sears the heart
i survive by throwing away my never returning past
my taers must be going to permeate the dry soil
and harden it some day
lets go now keeping the shine and shadow on our breast
this rolling disappearing figure!
this spread injured black wings!
the thought that files straight to the end of the night sky
