There is nothing more moving than beauty

There is nothing more moving than beauty

No more than beauty, no more

Than the sound that I can hear, no more

There is no one who goes back and forth on the beach

walking, back and forth. Only once

the seaside, never again, only

There's only one time the sea, only one time

ever possible, and that means the water's

arrival would exceed what time could give

the power to suppress the one who desires. I have

repeatedly rattled these mutually approximating

words, and between them, like you

are all just playing with a broken glass

craft. For these same

material, what does it matter whether it is sharp or not

mean? But when it's time to sleep

moment, things can be concrete