You, grabbing Earth tightly with endless curly wires
Covered by something around where you stand
All your light, from the transparent glass bubble
So thin, so pathetic
With filament burning so crimson and hot like fire
A hat above, right on the top
Accompanying you in the crazy and sword-like wind
Pure white shirt and shallow gray trousers
Straightly, on this flat and clean land
The hotness above, your slient and husky cry and yell
The coldness below, your thoughts so thirst
Up and down, the withered leaves of dryness
A lamp post
You, performing a certain cause by doing nothing
A watchman
A momentary existence
A permanent tragedy
