Friday, March 14, 2003
I lose my own myself
Licking the insane sun
and inconsolable
I lose my own myself
Contact with rage
of the lunatic
of the person
of love,
makes me aware
in the night
In conformity
in sweat
which is entreated
I swim,
made awakened
Passing by my seat
to my bedside table
which becomes clean,
I who am released,
fail
To avoid the fact
I escape
but the agony of ecstacy continues,
The image can acquire age
and fold
in read experience
Talent Hizashi Yamasaki
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