Every time I come to this place
It is the same with the changing.
Shadows and glare reflect form,
As night-clouds a lightning storm.
It shouts, "Eat it all or you'll get none, "
Half through what's already been done.
Purge everything that brought you here
And dance to that which you forgot to fear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem