Do the words fight?
Abide by the amber. Ornaments
are ready. Humanness suffers.
You don't need a whip.
I was anorexic. The king had to
walk gingerly on the cupped hands.
The sun stands against
the wall. The purple moon will not
sit at the feet of light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem