yura yura yura yura...
Who needs reality when
we have the mirror images of hiragana?
No, no dignity.
No, no clear air.
In this sticky cocoon, I feel infactuated with
the dawn of a star so far away
it hurts to stare.
Passively watching in crystaline choking.
Yura yura yura yura yura...
All, let's dance that unstoppable waltz.
I'll try not to trample your cuticules.