(from "Longing And Time") When You’re Drenched In Longing Time Flows Like An Eternity

(from "When Spring Came, the Teacup Broke")

When spring came,

the teacup broke

Tears welled up

in the wind

The wind blew

and silence fell

And the world is always

a bright day

without

shadows

Blind faith

blights us

so the face disapproved

of my death

In my last moments,

the back gradually became distant

The face

wasn't seen

The other

face was also

When spring came,

the teacup broke

Silence, wind, solitude,

nothing allowed.

(from "Social Animals")

What's the most depressing is

To hear hopeful words

From their feigned concern;

If they don't see with their own eyes

They never believe or even

Imagine something in you

And if you hurry to dance

To their tune to shut their mouths

They eventually fail to contain

Their sincerity, just burst into a laugh.

(from “The Willow”) They despised my roots that swallowed fertile earth. Saying my being was from the body that swallowed a sordid, vicious secret.

(from "My Longest Fear")

There were petals on the road

There were fallen leaves also

Stepping on them

I kept walking

Sometimes in the rain

Sometimes in the snow

I kept walking

One day

I turned around

There was nothing

I might keep walking

Again, turned my head around

And everything was a muddy mess

My longest fear is

The brightest light for me

The deepest darkness in me

So I walked again

But couldn't move on

(from "Moths") rainy late night, a bright glass door of the mall, the place of ghostly large, achromatic colored moths they always whisper under their breaths you beware of those who crush the eyes that are awake at night

(from "on the settled life") sitting against a little light in the dark struck across a flash of strange feeling with a sinking heart, I turned my face and there, behind the empty space, remained only the familiar scenery if a stranger was standing there, the sin of unnaturalness would run rampant through the body weakness, ignorance, cowardly hope, cowardly belief, unlike all of those that stays in only slight desires, the sin of unnaturalness would run rampant

(from "the breathing")

shadows waving in layers

beneath the blue lights

were blackened

and the silence

with a deafening symphony

was frozen

only the breathing

breaks the ice of silence

like a cry of a bird

glimmering deeply and unstably

in this huge world

I am left alone

I am left alone.

the cold silence

the desolate darkness

the breathing piercing the air

in that suffocating swell

I am left alone

I am left alone.

sinking is

not a bad thing

(from "a cave")

a cave

with lively bats

those covetous eyes

fat sly claws

greenish bellies

full of sour old pride

vice

or stupidity

the only knife

that can be embedded in their hearts

(from "What the Azure Smoke Tells Me") sunlight which was so bright that could draw in bloods from vampires' lips with their curses

(from "The Attack of the Spiders")

   feathery, so painful time

   and the neglected death, they mixed

   their bodies up with full of excite-

   ment and plug the cavity

   now what we have left

   are the spider traps shining beautif-

   ully and the ever-festering toes;

   and then the empty scales trapped in the repeat signs