Your image, tormenting and vague, –
I could not feel it in the fog.
“O, Lord!” – I uttered by mistake,
Without intending what I spoke.
And from my chest, like a great bird,
God’s name flew, unconfined.
Ahead of me, dense fog, unfurled,
And empty cage behind.
If you want to see more of me go to Yonitale.