Sin
after Solomon
Entering the door
After shrouding the porch
With the night of a cold kiss
Darkness climbs the stairs
And engulfs me in its throat
My eyes sink into bottomless sea
With waves in havoc
On which no son of man walks
I sense earth slipping away
From underneath my feet
Groping around heaps of black miles
Of dead cherry blossoms
Scattered on a road to a dark church
I stumble upon ruins of confessions
Chilled with cries of a morgue's frozen floor
Where no candle is kindled
I forget to weep
The least I could wish to relearn
How to shed tears
Is to become a taro leaf after the rains
For there are no more sins left
For me commit
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