Of Gemini, Crepe, and myocardiac infarction;
Casting of shells and doves which come next,
Of the grain on the pin drop ocean.
Twisted and tangled orchids and vines,
Potato, Tomato, Liver and spines,
Criss-crossed or Kamikaze delight,
Occurring eclipse in the darkest night.
Like a cat snarling at the crystal clear lake,
Or a snowman, clustered with zillions snowflake;
Like the ostrich fleeing from the opaque figure,
Or the cub which the hunters would lure.
Let the rhapsody play, Let no echoes stay.
なんとなく、海へ行きたいなあ～
誰か僕に連れて行けば？
やっぱり水のほうが繋がれるだろう～
風よ、僕を忘れろ！
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