Go to the speaking moon
to fell the stars...

In deep depression,
clearing the emotional debris...

In being and unbeing
I come to you today...

The veiled buds for
you, living on the moon...

It was a glass house.
A burning boat capsizes...

Mob hurts you
when you were standing alone in a crowd...

The lips will speak
without sound...

Time
was the great avenger...

Muzzle the ape, that
bleeds the tall tree...

In black sun
and white night...

Do trees quiver
in dark at night...

I am scared.
You are becoming human...