Why do I always remember the time of departure?
The parting maze of tears?
I accept another day that will never be the same.
I will carry the cadaver of sin,
the crime of silence, amidst the dancing dunes.
Who will go after the barbs of rays?
Father, go slowly in the sea.
I am closing the windows now,
take care of the clock and potter’s wheel.
The cruel age is harping on the new designs.
My epilogue is short with love of death which does not go beyond you.