Japan's writer;
After the Clock's memory fades we will
Watch our ancestors dance on our
Virgin lashes. We will collide back home
And we will break our testiment's heart
Ache. Marigolds will delight our
Spun middles and our fairyless endings
Will no longer cry.
We are grated heartbeats into
Smaller parts Easier to breathe
Into. Waves of apparatuses common
Us into black clouds and
Peach moons.
Metallic Sunrise and
Memorable wings once
Took our breathes Away
And slept the night in peace.
I Will be with you in
The middle and dance
With you near our Ended.
