Raving
(When one hand of mine cups a pool of tears)
A crimson thread descends from the sky, piercing my fingertips
Blood flows towards the earth, crawling fiercely over my hand
When one hand of mine cups a pool of blood
Tears rise from the soil, flooding over half my chest
Tears flow towards the sky, stubbornly flowing backward on my face
When I clasp my hands together, even heaven and earth tremble
Yet this trembling world is utterly empty of people
I seem to be a person, I seem to be a flower
My petals are soft as a mother's lips
A mother's tears fall, painting a glorious, sorrowful, tender, and compassionate brilliance upon my face
My petals are cold and hard as winter's ice
The seasons chant and turn, piercing the very center of my heart with a tail of resolute, vast, and splendid light
The one within the hands, seems like a person, seems like a flower.
The one outside the hands, seems like a flower, seems like a person.
In an unspeakable rhythm, I clap my hands.
In the sound, the world collapses and rebuilds.
A crowd of people blooms into a single flower, a cluster of flowers decays into a single person
In the silence, people collapse and rebuild.
A cluster of flowers blooms into a single person, a single person decays into a flower
The flower opens its eyes, the person closes theirs
The person opens their eyes, the flower closes its
Open the flower's fissure, close the person's fissure
Close the person's fissure, tear open the flower's fissure
The flower is devoured, and is also loved.
Swallow love.
Soft, suffocating, enveloping.
Swallow the person.
The ice is loved, and is also devoured.
Love the swallowing.
Hard, stripping, piercing.
Love the person.
Borrow the flower
Borrow the ice
Borrow the tears
Borrow the blood
To form a pair of hands, to form a pair of hands.
To form a pair of stone hands, to form a pair of jade hands
To form a pair of steel hands, to form a pair of glass hands
To form a pair of flame hands, to form a pair of quicksand hands
To form a pair of hands no different from others', to form a pair of hands no different from others'.
Clasp hands, part hands
Clasp hands, part hands
Tears on the flower lose color, blood on the ice melts
Blood on the ice murders color, tears on the flower melt away
Tears on the flower turn barren, blood on the ice weathers away
Blood on the ice weathers away, tears on the flower turn barren
The soul lives upon the flower, the soul dies upon the ice.
The soul lives upon the ice, the soul dies upon the flower.
Clasp hands, part hands, clasp hands, part hands
Parting and clasping hands, the soul begins to blink
Parting and clasping hands, the soul begins to speak
Part hands
Part hands
Part hands
Clasp hands
Clasp hands
Clasp hands
The soul is dying, the soul is resurrecting
The soul begins to howl, the soul begins to leak
The land pierces us
Mother drowns us
The seasons caress us
The crimson thread in the sky chants of us
The flower begins to bloom, the ice begins to bloom, the person begins to bloom, the blood and tears begin to bloom
The person begins to be loved, the ice begins to be loved, the flower begins to be loved, the blood and tears begin to be loved
Swallow and spit out a person, swallow and spit out a flower, swallow and spit out a shard of ice, swallow a drop of blood and tear.
The palms begin to howl, the palms begin to leak.
Die, die, die, die
Resurrect, resurrect, resurrect, resurrect
See the dying palms, see the dying palms, see the dying palms, see the dying palms!
See the undying soul, see the undying soul, see the undying soul, see the undying soul!
See my
Your
His
See
Our
Your
Their
See! See! See!
Cannot but see!
Cannot but see!
All of them!
Palms! Palms! Palms! Palms!
Soul! Soul! Soul! Soul!
