彌介


« I have no home;
in the depths of my being I make my home. »
Lost and wandering in a drifting wooden prison,
the streams that rock the seas are now where he belongs.

« I have no parents;
I make the earth and sky my parents. »
The darkness of his skin disappeared as soon as they noticed
the top of his skull could kiss the moon
and his fingers break the hills in pieces.

« I have neither life nor death;
I make the Eternal my life and death. »


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