Oldest Willow tree
stands stronger than younger ones...

Although knowledge gained
is stronger than knowledge taught...

Bejeweled chalices shine on the floor,
great tapestries hang from wall to wall...

Slowly carving paths;
even with their liquid blade...

Puppet-man, puppet-man,
why rain on their parade...

Bad may follow good,
but they are pieces in that...

I woke up this morning.
It's been six months...

After nearly killing off one side of the Earth,
the sun moves on to start on the next...

Grotesque mirror by the bedside,
Tiny rivulets of quicksilver...

If only I could return
and steal a gentle kiss...

The dry, yellow grass
awaits a kiss of water...

There lies the beginning
In some strange and melancholy way...