
Japanese
1911 – 1936
A cloud has collapsed on the pavement
Like the horse’s white struggle for air
Night, screaming and shouting into the darkness
Arrives with the intention of murdering time
Wearing a mask plated with light beams
Lining up single-file from the window
People moan in their dreams
And fall from sleep to an even deeper sleep
There, a stem that has gone pale
Like an exhausted despair
Supports the tall sky
An empty city with neither roads nor stars
My thinking is to escape
That pitch-black metal house
Steal away the glimmer of pistons
And smoldering embers of noise
Retreat into a shallow ocean
Collide, get battered to the ground