I run
too quickly...
Your memory feels like
fog with no lighthouse...
But damn it’s so sad-
I almost thought we could fix it...
As my feet hit the ground,
it’s hard to tell how long I’ve been running...
Metal shavings swiftly spread;
burning flames of blue-white shed...
I know that now
I should pretend to search for...
Drawing his nails
along the cell ground, striving...
The smoke
looked fascinating...
I remember a period
in my...
and because I lived
with a'thousand souls...
Fingers stretched with
drowning strength...
You still linger,
Right between the shadows of the folding moon...