Parading

I scooped up the sand which flowed

something could blow

Like a camera I was for the world.

I am the decadence of a cherry blossom tree

Silence will be played

The Mountains stood in Haze –

Heart-stopping, with, with.

O maze, O labyrinth, O vortex of my capitalistic yearnings, gulping down the girl, the force—

We pass through this way once,

Reach up and