The world is more spectacular than ever,
and daily life, more than simple ever
the mournful song of the beast 

 is no longer echoes,
and the sticky liquid crystal swallows my song

 The world of my eyes, nose, mouth, and ears  

 draws tighter and tighter—
unable to be vomited,

 unable to be swallowed, 

 they lodge themselves in my throat

 Daily life picks up 

 neatly severed piece of red meat, 

 and smacks its lips
but—
having never seen the eyes,
never heard the song,
unable to remember it—
my throat is crushed once again

 Through cowardice and cunning,
through laziness and folly,
I have sealed my own eyes and ears

 into this world of my throat,
and the thick, suffocating liquid crystal creeps in, 

 filling every corner

 Fire bursts, water bursts, the earth bursts
The song sung by wind, 

 still cannot be heard

 a throat filled with liquid crystal

 can no longer sing

 The meanings they made among themselves,
the timelines they built for each other—
even knowing it was all a foolish illusion,
still, meaningless meanings born again
still, textless footnotes rise again

 Now, the land,
neither weeping nor laughing,
no longer sings a reply