Over ten-thousand islands
and fifty billion waves,
crashing in separate amplifications,
undying undulations,
and whipped foam.
The land of cherry blossoms and steel
calls for me.
She is exposed
with her earthquakes,
and her radiating perversions,
so twisted and bright.
Her light blinds my eyes,
for I am located in the land
of lucid burning,
but my luck is turning,
and I'll see her soon.
And the traveler in me is dying to be free.
To see the lights of the city,
and the heights of Mt. Fuji.
The electricity rips through me,
so does the solemnity of the prayer trees.
The airplanes in my dreams won't fall,
no bright lights beyond the doors fade,
the pagodas before me will stand tall
and the floating world won't hide in shade.
Only a breadth away
In this land I will stay,
here to play,
among the cranes,
and the planes.
