【詩】Back to the Moon　

I’ll go back to the moon tomorrow
What I’ll bring is just only myself

At the reverse of the moon
Half-crazies feast away
Whirling arts reaching nausea
Dead brains still working on
Dancing together in a waltz with no sound like novels
Kill each other
Suck up the lifeblood of end
Resuscitate over

There absolutely out of range from uncertain nostalgia
They in appearance are degenerates but never so
No one uses sophistries positively
Occasionally some came going off with sentimental,
By being taught the folly of undue hesitancy by company
Be able to say farewell to frames without notice
That they have carried on their shoulders
Black wines, violet roses
Forbidden is
Reading Homer’s poetry,
Arguments that smacks of philosophy and so forth
As they broke the neck of their works
And to cap it all, sacrificed them all,
Then could be back there at long last

I, this newcomer maybe
On condition that I cut off the hands of Cezanne
Will be given a singing in triumph,
Gain the right of permanent residence there

We will be united by profound bonds forever
Because we all have the dignity
That we will never accept fraud
And also
We know we all had had to keep loving the pain

I’ll go back to the moon tomorrow
What I’ll bring is just only myself

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