at whose gate smile always the chosen flowers of reminding⁷
i once believed that to
destroy one's own
universe is to truly be
alive. i now believe to
have awoken. here, in
the midst of morning,
waking, dreaming, the
sun shining in my eyes,
i have only this to say:

if i failed you in any
way, let it be that i
loved you too much,
cruel world.