White, I lie
On the remains of an amusement park
Between jagged buildings--
Burning flower... shining sea...
Toes and hands
Reach out into emptiness.
Longing tears the weeping body to pieces.
The little moon glides above me.
Eyes grope
Gently into the deep world,
Sunken hats
Wandering stars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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