Flaming hunger
Oh, not that at all
A Photostat of that

As though I am sipping a beer
I am relishing a sun’s half,
That is sending golden sunlight
To the wooden chair and the money plant

O God
It will be twilight soon
Hey sun,
You will sink into the sea without a half!

Sky and earth and the sea
Will ask as one,
Lamenting and ridiculing at the same time

Where’s the other half?

The poet is laughing
After having consumed
A sun’s half completely,
Sitting in the armchair.