”be the wind which rages.”
Uh, be the wind which rages.
If I make a body go along in the corner, it’s gravity.
I take side The knee, wearing.
I crawl on a place in a condition of feelings.
Kill a foot like a weasel’s slash.
And the limit of the life It’s pleasant.
At that place where the speed of sound could be penetrated.
The four-dimensional world can arrive and is there.
Enjoy the life and engrave the life.
A descent boils and a dopamine leaps.
Adrenaline turns an accelerator.
When being filled in the feeling of achievement, it’s close.
”Poet - moderns…”
