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Poem

Toshio Nakae

NIGHT AND FANGS

Night plants its fangs into Mother Earth
drives their pointed ends
into the wet earth
thoroughly chilled

I stroke the earth with my hands
a strangely warm wind
the pointed tips of the fangs drill in
deeper
your head also receives them, you, a sleeping person,

The earth floats in the great sky
a beast arrives from a distant and ancient universe
to drive living fangs    your
blood circulates
the earth revolves

Faced with the violent will
of this time-honored beast
a scream courses through all of your blood vessels
splashes
out of silence

NIGHT AND FANGS

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NIGHT AND FANGS

Night plants its fangs into Mother Earth
drives their pointed ends
into the wet earth
thoroughly chilled

I stroke the earth with my hands
a strangely warm wind
the pointed tips of the fangs drill in
deeper
your head also receives them, you, a sleeping person,

The earth floats in the great sky
a beast arrives from a distant and ancient universe
to drive living fangs    your
blood circulates
the earth revolves

Faced with the violent will
of this time-honored beast
a scream courses through all of your blood vessels
splashes
out of silence

NIGHT AND FANGS

Night plants its fangs into Mother Earth
drives their pointed ends
into the wet earth
thoroughly chilled

I stroke the earth with my hands
a strangely warm wind
the pointed tips of the fangs drill in
deeper
your head also receives them, you, a sleeping person,

The earth floats in the great sky
a beast arrives from a distant and ancient universe
to drive living fangs    your
blood circulates
the earth revolves

Faced with the violent will
of this time-honored beast
a scream courses through all of your blood vessels
splashes
out of silence
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