歴史が夜に作られる様に 明日への通行料金 未払い、眠る病人思索に煩悩 日付を通せんぼ 古い文庫本と思想のディベート言葉にすれば意味が伸し掛る だからいっそ無言を決め込む孤独と
慕情は夜に 憎しみも夜に 後悔も夜に 煩雑に作られておんなじように言葉も歌も 夜に作られて日が昇るまでに 消されたりした気持ちもあって息を止めて 息を止めて
眠れない夜に それなりの理由 希死念慮は慰留 夜の一部始終眠れない夜に 寺山の詩集 逃げるのも自由 夜の一部始終眠れない夜に 言葉の無味無臭 人として未熟 夜の一部始終眠れない夜に ぶり返したのは意趣 それはきっと杞憂 夜の一部始終
As though history were made late in the night, the sick laid to rest having not paid the toll to the morning.Meditation for the flesh. The calendar a barricade. A debate between old books and ideologies.To put into words is to lean on their meaning, which is why I prefer the silence of my solitude.
Longing in the night. Hatred in the night. Regret in the night. Made of these intricacies.And in the same way, both every word and every song, are made in the night.With the rising of the sun, so too are so many of my feelings erased.Hold your breath. Hold your breath.
Amidst the sleepless night, reason in and of itself. The will to die dissuaded. Night and its everything.Amidst the sleepless night, the poems of Terayama. The freedom to run away. Night and its everything.Amidst the sleepless night, the bland taste of each word. The inexperience of man. Night and its everything.Amidst the sleepless night, malice makes its return. But that’s nothing but paranoia. Night and its everything.