Glass beads

April fools winds

granule deaf clouds of the sky

darkening bags.

How can I

forget about it inside

living in a hermitage?

Granules ground flow,

at the glass beads

they glint in the country.

Then, they will melt away,

how can one forget

hermit'd give up the casing.

We now live in strange times,

our future

fear of strange incantations.

Glass beads maybe a heart

satisfaction may be?

They are sold in a race,

and they are a beautiful woman

Figure advertise.

Glass beads in my neck

he put on, and I feel

the cold,

and an empty life.