Grass jargon

There's a time when

the ground clouds

are touching the earth.

You can call it mist.

There is no difference anymore.

No heaven, no solid ground .

What else can a man long for?

What else can he do?

We are doomed to die.

We are doomed to live.

Like languid leaf beetles.

You can also believe

that the time has come

to reflect upon.

The ground clouds

are the mirrors

in which you see the vision.

A dream in which dry bones

become lush bodies.

We are called to die.

We are called to live.

Like cunning lily beetles.