I am resigned into being
Terrified by Time,
A body ageing before my life,
Tendrils thwarting limbs entwined,
Elongating through nostrils
Conducive to a waking mind.
With azalea eyes
This day is the same day
As forever and a moment;
The contents, mostly illusory,
Dilatory, dissatisfies;
We sometimes see a fleeting glimpse
In passing of what would later
Become dislodged
And permanently broken,
Acknowledging all we always knew
But which was never spoken.
Seven Hundred Jisei 