Escapade

 

With man’s avalanche of thoughts,

intertwined in harmonious array,

flowing swiftly with desires,

pruned with no mean efforts,

like the horn of a unicorn.

Its depth and height,

prominent in the wave of the typhoon,

all gathered together in unison.

Of all man’s travails,

his soul, too wide to bear

these gushing streams,

from an overflowing heart,

poured out in fine filters.

His soul, too wide to bear

these thoughts and tears.