every old age
casts a shadow
on mortal beings
wake up
wake up
christmas is here!
what about it?
after ninety times
even my grizzled hairs
have tired of hearing it
let me snooze
let me doze off
into the eon space
old age is a serious thing
i have to think
thinking, thinking  
in the busiest season
about nothingness  
enjoy it while you may
as far as i fancy
the fanfare of holidays
will cuckoo cuckoo away——
an oblivious slumber
echoing
nothingness
in the eonian space
afterwards