(from "When Spring Came, The Teacup Broke")

(from "When Spring Came, the Teacup Broke")

When spring came,

the teacup broke

Tears welled up

in the wind

The wind blew

and silence fell

And without shadows

the world is always

a bright

day

Blind faith

blights us

so the face disapproved

of my death

In my last moments,

the back gradually became distant

The face

wasn't seen

The other

face was also

When spring came,

the teacup broke

Silence, wind, solitude,

nothing allowed.

(from "the breathing")

shadows waving in layers

beneath the blue lights

were blackened

and the silence

with a deafening symphony

was frozen

only the breathing

breaks the ice of silence

like a cry of a bird

glimmering deeply and unstably

in this huge world

I am left alone

I am left alone.

the cold silence

the desolate darkness

the breathing piercing the air

in that suffocating swell

I am left alone

I am left alone.

sinking is

not a bad thing

(from "The Attack of the Spiders")

   feathery, so painful time

   and the neglected death, they mixed

   their bodies up with full of excite-

   ment and plug the cavity

   now what we have left

   are the spider traps shining beautif-

   ully and the ever-festering toes;

   and then the empty scales trapped in the repeat signs

(from "my secret place")

in my most secret place

there's an ugly secret hidden so my eyes

had always glistened, but now the whole earth

collapsed, the atmosphere frozen,

bodies that unsightly entangled rolling

over the frozen wasteland, and my eyes

no more glisten and my ugly secret

is no longer a secret and my most

secret place lost its meaning.

(from "The Age of Peace")

As they pulled out her elbow,

indulgence flared up with heat

As the roar died down,

fear seeped into the void

Above it stretched humility with shallow roots

As they broke his knee,

arrogance was sucked

deep into the ground with pus

As the fury subsided,

shame crept into the void

Below it grew a leech as tenacious as tar,

gripping the earth with

a heavy and heavy

and obsessive hold

The suspicious limp swaying of the arms,

the pathetic dawdling of the legs,

no longer carried the plague

The world still looked strange,

but at last it was at peace.

(from "normal people")

who don't know how to close eyes

and to play dumb in front of injustice,

who don't talk about greed, but justice,

who disclose the unreasonable matters

that have no bearing on their own comfort,

who are not useful to themselves, above all,

who recoginize the slightest hint of their stupidity,

they never forgive those at all.