All that green makeup
And yet
I’m the one who’s melting.
And despite the time of year
There is no fear.
Not a single
Drop of doubt.
Which is rare for me.
Well then
Cast away, all hope.
Howl to the moon with me.
And with bellies full of
Spiced Hokkaido and dreams
We’ll wake the souls.
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 