The will of time,
will of destine,
horseman the bow,
ephemeral the whole,
empty obolus bowl...
Lost gravestone,
Doctor Watson,
grace of marble,
dear miss Marple...
poor wine of glory,
poets ,vain syllabus ,
no respect for haikus ...
\"Hereafter parlor ,you\'ve a call !
Are we only spectators ,
in a shadow theater
grimacing its voices in the void ?