Minerals whisper by heart the locked

World of sounds a capacitor

A tuning coil quartz copper wires

The world of deep layered handshake wrapping her five fingers 

In the empty lot of entity

Strange sounds of miscellaneous things dripping

Casting the eyes to another direction 

Your profile became a bright labyrinth

“Tell Mister  the time  has come”

The white smell of cheese was hanging in the key-keeping room

The light scents of soap, a book, and seaweed were also

Leaves of chestnut tree chat in a whisper

Nine herons stand like flowers in the factory water channel

The scents too I hear scarlet

Sacred ears, says Said

A blank key a bit key a seventeenth-century skeleton key

With the touch of nails sound together

The exercise book can only be called love 

I’m curious to get in touch with the paper further away

a is one dot b is two dots

The world of alphabet is 

made of six dots

Kurz will go to  the　bakery

Kur z　will go　to　th e bakery

A fingers boat is impatient to offer light to

The inside bumps and dips not seen through

Time ripples surges and retreats

I give up　unnoticed

Opening up the opaqueness just a 

Little  only want to move the opaque area

And quake outside of the scarlet sounds

The quince is plucked off all and quiet

“When mermaids’ hairs turn white”