I’ve known you a long time,
Probably the eviternity.
Now I’m as if in a stupid film,
Trying to roll up the infinity.

Your grimace is clear-cut.
Your taunts are plain.
Your eyes are as if pictured.
You’re near, and they’re far-away.

Your hair is at my finger-tips.
It’s rigid and rough as strings.
Touch them by hand and here's the space.
Your hair’s reminds stings.

Your silence is my kaiken -
A short sword and a precise beat.
You despised me by your muteness.
How familiar is your cheat!

Your firmly closed lips
Are like a mask of tragic jesters.
Do you hear trumpets are playing afar?
A strange love is being buried there.

Their golden hair
Shines brightly in the sun
Not too terribly serious
My jesters, my cousins
My beautiful comedics
You have provided me with relief
You joined the rebellion
Because you believed in a cause
That was so much bigger than anyone
You were tired of being taken advantage of
So you joined us
Told me about everything
And when people died
You brought relief
Jesters dear,
I love you so
I will never ever let you go
I'm so sorry I let you down

Ekoj & Rekoj
The demon jesters of the pocket plain darkness..
Found a way to make it back..
They smile at all the light they can consume here..
They spin and jump..
Ringing shadow bells on their heads..
Creating empty shade tones..
They dark walk through the cosmos and find their first star..
They ring around it and shadow laugh themselves nearly to death..
The young star dies as it shatters in their shadow laughter..
The demon jesters smile as they dark walk toward their second star..

Fraud identities—
Hack poets praising themselves,
  .  .  .  Wait for accolades.