The eye stares at me from a great abyss.
It is neither thin nor glowing.
In time, the eye will stop staring, but for now it is staring-straight at me.
The strange shadows of oneness have come back. There is nothing that I lack.
Take me outside, and bring yourself into myself like a bitter rose rising from
The ashes. I am rising. I find myself glaring back at people. I don’t like people
As much as animals. Animals are properly trained-humans are not. I have begun
My training in the springtime-there’s nothing else for me to do. I am learning kung fu.
Japan is the place where I have made my home. I love their food, their music,
And their dance.
What can I show you that won’t make you bothered by me? What can I show you that will
Bend myself backwards outside of war? I have helped myself by becoming something other
Than myself, I have become someone else’s property. There is a sign in my yard, saying
For Smalls.” I would, but I can’t. It’s dinnertime anad I’m hungry. Make me dinner.
Night comes, and I am sleepy. People target me. The hole keeps getting bigger, and bigger.
Light flashes in my vision. I try to sleep. Sleep will not come. Help me dream.
In the morning, I take a ride on the train and return back home.