a hundred nights in one night

pure as bunches of grapes
pure as boundless lakes
I repeat to myself and do not collect
more than thoughts than words

be simpler and necessarily
I am honest with myself and others
those who created the language
I hope you felt like me

it's not the order that matters
not words
o tai kam
place in me
too little

if we were together by the water
to that on which
the sun draws
the way to yourself
i would leave

are it item card ?

if we were together by the water
in which
the second moon
and the other side
the sky

would you believe

would you believe it
that it is so?

the night is like a mistress
comes alone and leaves in the morning
unsolicited

loneliness does not make friends with the night
jealous

squeezes out of jealousy
when is it possible?
as required

I can't sleep for several nights
I don't call for loneliness

hiding from them

in mind
saving time
I give

wabi sabi