Therefore, on the stars distorted way
Horseshoe tapping escorts
The dragging of the sun

In half height to the sky
When the sun heavy as mountains
The shoreline is exact

And the face of sea trembling bowls
Sizzling with salt
And bread colored crab

Its shell still soft
Swelling
Kissing the sky dome

Where the flour gets
Clouds shape
And the starlight is sour

As the wheat
Outlining the direction
Tomorrow is unavoidable