God is immersed in pleasure
at the most material place

on the Earth

I am Kamikaze.
You are my Japan.

I upset a cup on the table 

but there was nothing for pouring.

I'm a car crash.
Die in my arms.

Lost between tears to cry.

I'm away. Or else?

I'm into the serum in the cold snow.

The snow is silently in my ears.

If trees will be wings. I fly over my shoulder, my.

The TV channel to channel it. No. I get the legs.