we should dance how we want
it’s not the morning that is terrible
it’s the day, the time when everything is so visible!

stretching hands up up UP UP UP
to the place where you have _no ears_
you can’t apologize faster
you just LISTEN and hope for the best

When does the cloud come to cover the painful sun?
but i really shouldn’t….


what time is it now anyway?
is it time to think about the past?
is it time to consider the faltering expressionlessness
of the heart i have yet to leave behind?

ma- warukatta noni,
gomen. hontouni gomen.
sorekara, nande tayoruno?
kokoro ga ittakatta n jyanaino?

sekai no junbi
is still evading
as my hands clasp tightly
tout rien.

kimi ni aita tokoro e

to jump and jump and keep on jumping
you never go fucking ANYWHERE
but you keep jumping
and one day the ground stops being the ground
and then you’re free, when the rules are no more

like the air blowing out of a reed instrument
without finishing the note
without the painful staccato of concision

but who did you think about when you sang
about walking through fleming, alone?
who is this dark and wonderful man
who caresses the forest of your dreams?

and the swell
the swell
tell logic where to stick it
tell them about your broken heart!
tell anybody who will listen!
tell strangers who will not understand
tell the inanimate of soul who will not cling to your words
and will only cling to your gently swaying hips

who will cling to your words?
and your shy smile
and your determined look
and your twitching passion
and your simple, clean, pure and beautiful


am i worthy of such passionate lament?