Once I had asked

the nightingale, why did

you need to remain in

my thoughts?

And cloning of words

want to save my

orchard?

Was it provocative,

for a flame to become intimate

with a volcano?

And you must wait for

the tranquil sea to explode

into a mountain of ice

for the otherness.

And at invisible moon

a swan glides to bring back

its princess from the clutches

of yellow earth, which

has gone insane.