When you are full of feathers,
full of flight...

An officer fell—
today he won’t...

On these streets,
no event...

Why does charlatanism always win
before the game even begins...

A grain in the shell,
anomalous, yet it births...

You don’t realize
how much illusion lives...

A true samurai master
teaches war...

Enlightenment,
a state of consciousness...

Time spills from my hands,
slipping through the slits of fingers...

Why does the dead fish still stir
toward the unbitten bait...

They come in boxes
alluring, ribbon-tied...

It doesn’t matter
if you’re not with me tonight...