Returning Home


Vicious trinity




It’s a sly alibi we’re unable to confess

A heroic quest enclosed in the somber of a womb
A fight of no risk, no sin, no adversary
For she didn’t have any, drowned in the sea of chaos
The yet unformed, unborn waters

It’s a sly alibi

The light hits the vase for the will to possess
The treacherous cure of the powerless
Hiding the marks of an unconscious cloth
Built in each and every home
That was filled with sorrow




I picked up years of blooms
My earthly clouds
A semblance of breath
Weakened on the axis

Roses, irises
Ride the waves and slowly fade
In the desert land
Where the sun rises
From the mist of weeds

And behind the curtain of her mind
Layers of shadows await
Slowly slipping their head
Out of curiosity





Next: 2. The fall

©2016-Shoko Tsuji