Being at peace with the Dolls

Now,

My Wish is,

To become the Wind,

For

On this flesh of mine,

A shadow dancer arises,

To be such a purge

For my eyes;

I only feel Thirst

For the Purest and the Naked,

For my body doesn't

Reclaim

The wisdom

Of any religion;

A Maid aspires to be a Kore;

A Kore aspires to be a Mother;

A Mother aspires to be the World;

Even the slightest tardiness

Demands

To be taken care of,

As well as a single coin

Craves

To be deep-felt within;

There isn't any materialistic meaning,

Except the one that

Everyone puts on,

For the Circle turns around,

To let the Sun arise,

In order to make any Conscience

Wake up.