As if walking―
in cyberspace, searching
for you.
I want to ask you
to give back my tears―
which were shed,
on murder beach.
What renunciation―
you need, living in the shell
of a mollusk?
You don\'t want to―
be found. O destiny, goddess
of ciphers― tell me,
why did this happen?
Your silence opening the
blood trails?
My branded poem still weeps.