For Y

You have deserted me.

Saying now is the right time to separate,

you have deserted me.

In the mountain and at the beach,

I have deserted myself.

At the point when I spread myself on the table and spread my legs,

I saw the sky through the substantial rooftop

furthermore, the air topping off the lungs of flying birds.

Before I could build up to five,

I could never again see the rooftop, the sky, and the birds.

While passing on, I saw my child and me

drifting interminably down the city ditch,

down the city ditch and into the belly

of former days.

From that point forward, when I rests in this world as in a grave

also, long for the sky,

my child flies by,

following balances that seem to be a fledgling's tail.

You jerk, I'll kill you using any and all means.

I'll bring forth you inside me once more.

At the point when my child, unceremoniously passed up areas of strength for a,

dives into the ground,

it lives warm in my grave for a couple of months

and afterward leaves for the virus sky-ocean once more,

following balances that seem to be a fledgling's tail.

Gracious, bastard,

I will always remember you!