With the fighting spirit of the soap-bubble:
To the cicada, restraint means nothing.
Fireworks applaud
and vanish.

I can barely see you.

We talked of nothing, thinking of better company. But now
absence hangs paintings over windows:
I talk of nothing, thinking of you.

Listen up, kid! The only real things
the only things that are real in this entire world
are mathematics and human error. Look-
Look, look. You get it? You see her?
She's making up new numbers.

i know it's late
i know it's late

we can make it if we run

Standing still, in the the courtyard, from sunset to nightfall;
Sometimes, I sit beneath the lantern until daybreak.
If I don't voice these feelings, who will?
On occasion I heave a heavy sigh.