Poetry

Stargazing will not stop. 
The will to find the answer, 
when the glacier breaks. 
 
You bring the god down 
to earth. Don’t want to 
bother any door. 
 
A pair of fetters fastened 
around my ankles. 
I hop to the house of sadness. 
 
The auroral spark 
ignites the leaker. Clouds 
burst crimson with tears. 
 
A ring of red stones were 
markers. Here fell the divine 
spirits, climbing on water.