The broken white-heart cherry tree,
split in the trunk as it was,
beautygrown to be and give;
stands remembered
While rivulets trickle down before him
he removes worms from wild raspberries
Daydreaming that He reaches Time,
The All Reality’s Naval itself
He, in lee safety under shelter
He, which is calmed by the rain
HOPE
LUST
WILL
SUN returned
with eyes scarred
He is redeciphered,
violated and tarnished
He is made unseen,
outshined by illusion and left leafless
Clawed by your nearness
Clawed by my nearness
Into the fold to be corrected wrong
and poorly eat betrayal and wretch
He gives glances without words
Flickered
This borne within, devouring,
hate’s real despair,
froststrikes this inconsolable life
to all the Worlds in their waiting
You will find only healthy stains
which will appear to be as like unlike
to feed more of the actual hindrance
which refused this Önd’s greatness
Cease commanding my reality-answers
after your will-belief of whim emotions
Taking me now from this unbearable,
away from the existence of wassail, but…
YOUR SOUGHT DIMINISHMENT WILL NOT REACH ME!
HERE WILL FORCED UPON NEVER BE MY WILL!
KNOW WHO HAVE STOLEN OUR EYES!
GRABBING THE DEATH BREAD FROM US ALL!
CALLING FORTH THIS RENEWED WARPATH!
GIVING US THE RIGHT LOVE BACK!