Lyric

I gained a madness, touched by grace

A stubborn rhythm on a handwritten page

Aphrodite smiled with wordless pride

While foolish nose hairs danced in stride

Rain wore stone with gentle might

Each drop a mark, a sacred rite

From fallen gods to fish that fry

Each word learned how to sing—not cry

I may be strange, a twisted shape

But in this book, I find escape

With trembling hands, I make my stand

Wading through life’s shifting sand

The goddess gleams, the fool replies

Even jokes can cleanse the skies

Each word I write—a flame, a prayer—

From Abu to Ise, I journey there

“Come inside,” she said with grace

“You’re soaked, you’ve lost your pace.”

“I can’t go on,” I softly pled

But Atai laughed and lit her cig instead

“From arinko to Izanami’s shrine

Barroom slurs to sea-born signs—

The sacred and obscene collide

Where myth and truth refuse to hide.”

I may be broken, just a name

But every page refines the flame

From “sweetest lies” to “Amaterasu,”

This crooked path still guides me through

The fool, the priest, the sage, the freak—

All find a role, all dare to speak

Each word I write—a breath, a scar—

From Abu to Ise, that’s who we are

In ink, I hear my voice arise

In silence, joy begins to rise

Even nose hairs, foolish and bare

Can shine a truth too bold to spare

I write in shadow, I write in light

Ten years of pages through the night

Not to impress, or to be wise—

But just to speak. Just to testify

From Abu to Ise—my truth, my shrine

This dictionary, this path divine