What is the distance between life and death, my dear?
Probably one pulse off, oh one free beat
right at the moment of obscure boundaries, my dear:
Everything crashed, oh everything crashed!

(The sea is still choppy, the waves are nowhere.
The wind was still blowing, the storm was nowhere.
The earth is still in circulation, the vibration to where?
The Universe is still a wilderness, where is its own silence?)

What is the distance between life and death, my dear?
Probably pacing at some point
overlap moaning in one pulse, my darling:
Until the dew-drops are done, not dripping!

(Another wave came so different.
Another cyclone came so different.
Another darkness came so different.
Other silent so come alone can not be any other!)