A star burns, flickers
within the fractures of these faces,
beyond all masks,
grimaces,
shadows, and lights,
blossomings, witherings,
risings and settings.
On the seesaw of waves,
a boat reaches the shore,
a drowning soul
finds the boat.
In the cradle of this flute,
a melody drifts,
searching for the shore,
wandering in its own bewilderment,
a serpent
coiled
within itself.
