I Hope in Prayer

crack by the side of
lonely at foam broom
worst possessed by the devil sand by wind
reap news to country outlying place

about sorrow and wound that still
curved at moist twilight, at morning twilight
at wet leaf.
about heart at surround tear
at stab wound in drowsy.

there's nothing remained from foam news at this season
besides love quiet floating in the cask.
wait without word,
i don't know when come the time.

love to speak to what existence
overflow the affection water
between month and sun
keep one thousand mysterious

try to build to return destroyed self
at fight emotion, illusion and lonely
via dry sand item,
i step
hope, , , ,
you embrace crashed my body
with all prayer
emitted honest from within soul.