The Last Attempt
2005.06.20 22:46

Because the movement of pen that draws this time from the long animal's life is the length of a neck of swan that gives a woman happinessThis I am afraid to have the days autumn's evening dusk that is not thought to be extraordinarily unusual of me to have snowfall is splendid
Summer days though I'm afaid it is my weakness
Erase ink stop killingEvening dusk is the sunset in the morning that draws on the waterIrons kick out of stonesFuture makes this timeSince astronomy is openIt is summer evening dusk of flying days
Even though I've got to be accused of what I was unaware to have doneVictims dyed foeigners in blackBlack sunset is not allowed to be limited thereAnd I try licking the hands
In variousevening sunset my head is vacant
Yet I goI don't think it's a curse realityAs if birds are pricking on the verge of watersI keep secret on what I ever didI must go in order to leaveIt is more that thoseBecause dead corpse is said to be dirtyAs I sought for vivid woman bodies
Then few days passedMid-winter days that appears the days which do not have to hold my palpitation
Summer sunset I go in time of sunriseThat means 'approval'I hear the sound of clear stream that says go as it isFrom the foot of that mountainWe were supposed to have seen the figure of townsI've got to give up this winter daysBanish summerOn the burning woman's bodiesSince I was about to know extraordinary things
Since everything such these are the concerto on the water I was totally unable to catch up withIt is as good as hotels since it seems to know the collapse it comes to clear by using detergent
In the storm one ship go sailingA mouse diesI wonder he knew this dayI would rather like a small insectI saw the avenue in the bathtub
I passed half of this dayI am here not knowing I always stand in front of us
Sep/20/1980