in despair
I hurt the shrine,
which you with temples and everything
had bound with the thread of love
beneath my heart,
and it fell –
among low remains
I saw you walk
forever –
long I went
carrying my mad laughter
among the ruins –
many came –
none could build temples –
many gave –
none dared take the laughter –
o god – god – god –
and if one day you were to return –,
I cannot recognize you –
ha – ha –