1970

Pushing the hands of lead
Through the blurring world that is fragrant

Hollow light that has deepened
Shines around him
Penetrate down, hope for time,
Staring at the sharp cutting edge

In silence

Awaken in white-colored reality
Stretch the hands toward
the sunshine coming through

Grip the landscape that drifts
on between the fingers
And pull it near

Stand up, my body, walk out of here,
And unleash the dazzling light

The ideal that never ends
Shake off the hesitation and complexity
Over the simmer of hot air

Run, accelerate, on and on