That is all
We feel relax by long oppostion
And againts I'm weary
I'm happy that I'm weary.
The roof is dripping higher these days
-The floor of floor of floor / forbiden area-
The finger which was designing you, is designing
That is all
I’m gonna cease longer at your face
I start the ways into your half-open kisser
And puberty has created
-At the end of end of end of roof-
Detection is exactly big oblivion
We feel relax by the samaller memento
And your lips are my embossed opposition.
opening and closing show world the sides
I think about aloneness in the older sides
About the crowd over the words
The world which is hanging
Ceiling is the pointing / high
Ceiling is the pointing / far
Ceiling is the pointing...
I come closer
That's my face:
Half-face has hachure
No one knows another half
Vanity was 'alive'
And 'alive' were my 'gaits'
And my 'gaits' hade died
-The smalle usurped area by us-
Just this,
Drop
Drop
Leaking
And dropp diviated to no new side
I let you count by rote
By hide and seek
Just this,
We remmeber soon
And a small pause is the esiest event for us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem