les plis de la nuit

 [01] 

you blew the smoke far away, leaving only a 

gray lingering scent. 

i plead with the merciless wind 

to carry away the tears of the sky. 

in the depths of the black night, you consumed 

the distant homeland in flames. 

i plead with the merciless wind 

to keep the clouds from wandering. 

[02] 

countless sleepless nights 

of rain 

echoed throughout the blackness. 

the damp night enveloped an endless, almost 

imperceptible weltschmerz. 

endless rain, endless night - as if the entire 

sky was ablaze, tearing open a single sliver 

of dawn. 

i want to hear the rain in my dreams. 

is it possible to hear the rain in my dreams? 

[03] 

this world has seen too much rain, yet it 

cannot extinguish the sparks in the darkness. 

gray smoke, gray odors, clung to my body. 

the ravages of torrential rain or raging fire 

have lasted too long - so long that time 

itself has begun to wrinkle. 

you said I wrote the wrong number, 

erroneously, like a silent rebellion. 

november 29, 2025