I am always exposed to nothing more than abbreviated things.
Where is perfection?
Perfection depends on my imagination.
How imperfect!
So there is not the quite identical thing.
The abbreviated sky, land, sea and women,
such imperfect things am I exposed to.
What abbreviates things?
It’s me.
As soon as there appear I, things are abbreviated.
As soon as I come there, I abbreviate things.
Oh, the perfect sky, land, sea and women,
my arrival is guilt. I apologize.
I, do restore them.
What I have to do is to restore them.