Sin

after Solomon Entering the door After shrouding the porch With the night of a cold kiss Darkness climbs the stairs And engulfs me in its throat My eyes sink into bottomless sea With waves in havoc On which no son of man walks I sense earth slipping away From underneath my feet Groping around heaps of black miles Of dead cherry blossoms Scattered on a road to a dark church I stumble upon ruins of confessions Chilled with cries of a morgue's frozen floor Where no candle is kindled I forget to weep The least I could wish to relearn How to shed tears Is to become a taro leaf after the rains For there are no more sins left For me commit