An awakened hope

Deadness governs life

from when, until when

ought the dried out hope

sink in springs

to the bottom of the life it descends now

does the shame over the heads of govern

our

living but dead

shot with a bullet of the shame

with own dagger stabbed in the back

ploughing

poisoning blood

shed long time ago

On the ashes of one’s own

site of fire of life

intoxicated by the goodness

but the apparitions feel not the disgrace

although

our pain is their loveliness

Liveliness governs the living

until now, from the beginning,

awakened, the hope died lingering.