Regress from the birth of pillars,— To transcend heirs of Elegy, Beneath tunnels on quaint calligraphy.
Follow the Spirit, Alive and wide awake,— Possess beyond gates of Court stairs Have thou seen a soiree?—Stroll on those scrolls, Saith the name of an Altar maiden. - -... Feasting meals, hanging chandeliers— I am wooed for this The goblets were applauding A dazzling poise,—The gem chose me On the embroidered carpet, I was the center of it Switching footsteps, gliding the surface;—wearing my earned headpiece. That moment,— I leaned before the roses.
–"Oh, the tight abdomen I felt like I have no ribs, Finally, I can breathe— From such heavy clothing Well indeed, her beauty descends to me, They called me lady,— A woman of the finest jewelries."
"I want to see her, May I rest again, Spirit" ...
This poem is a thread like episodes. Likewise, a series to be told. What will happen next to her will be revealed through other subsequent episodic stanzas.