Since when no bloom bee has brought,
Since when no root rain has revived,
Swirling slowly in strangury, love is suffocated.
...
O deer!
Like seasons subsist
On their own changes,
You slow down to survive
...
Inconceivable time ago
When the sky first opened,
Could there be any rooster crowing here.
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The Eternal Quest For Eternity
Since when no bloom bee has brought,
Since when no root rain has revived,
Swirling slowly in strangury, love is suffocated.
Yet do I sense assimilation of the selves,
Yet do I sense debacle of the self,
Shriveling swiftly in shivering, I am severed.
Defoliators toil punctual fall wounds, deafened;
Yet do I hear clearer heart’s pith,
Surely the eternal quest for a true love is not forgotten?