Living as Kohaku

crashing
       like the crystal waves on the burning shore
       like the patient lying on the floor
and still I cannot find my way to you

waking
       like a child with slow eyes within the morning
       like passion and compassion when it’s pouring
and still I cannot fall asleep to dream

she says “it’s time to go” and we start crying,
       but everyone of us is already dying,
we break the walls with our own bare hands
and now there’s nothing left

and now there’s nothing left but we are free