I will say no more
ritualisation. Digging out moon to
win back the honor from sky.
Was it apocalyptic?
Or a trend of self-immolation syndrome?
I am going to sit for atonement.
Do not wait. Lop off
the sun of the destroyer. I will
live in the dark to realize the truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem