surrounded by ashen hazes
witnessed void aside from the obscure path
while one observed,
thine invisible hands thrust me to wander
alternately searching the pandora box
shall dive, thou muttered through the mist

I obeyed,



faded salvations,
colorless fumes,
cold, shivery, thou lured me into the ore tunnel
thy palms turned stiff
I then heard the symphony,
fleshes against partitions
I stumbled,

thou sneered disdainfully,




where was I going?
I queried
now my dear youth has ended
left body with osseins and fruitless souls
who shall I accuse?
I am deafened, blamed on the pit
I am blind, blamed on the smog
I am dulled,
now I shall blame the force thou provoked
o, sweet little bird

I still recall thy lullaby



I wondered
when I have been displayed in front of thy eyes
could I reach to that gentle harmony again?