THOUSANDS OF RIPPLES
CARRY THE AFFLICTION
TRY TO BIND TO THE BANKS, BUT,
THE STREAM FLOWS ON AND ON--

THOUSANDS OF BEAMS
CARRY THE LONGING
WISH TO NAIL THE DREAMS, BUT,
THE NIGHT CREEPS TO THE DAWN--

YOU
THE AWAKENING BLACK-HOLE
I
THE INFINITE WAIT,
ON THE WINGS OF SENSES
OF THOUSAND FLUTTERING MOTHS

YOU
THE FRAGRANT FLAME OF COSMOS
EVER TANTALIZING-----