Inner Encouragement 04

many times I knocked the gate just freeze in the night fear in snake's twist a grain of dust crawling slowly many times I waved my hand burned by passionate celebration beating up the eastern horizon old horn started singing hoarse tone many times I fingered the dusty book that distance is only a thin silk shall the cursed one missed prayers? many times and many times many times I sacrificed black dahlia to her smiles, tears, of all true life! rise as kindred spirit, sink as lost soul many times and many times