Lyric

I won’t take blame for a crime I didn’t do

Other wrongs? Maybe—I’ll own a few

In hell, the demon judge just laughed:

“The hell inside your heart’s the hardest path”

The courtesan was crowned with grace

The man in the hat said, “Perfect face”

In brothel’s depth, debts still to pay

Kawachi the Fool still laughs anyway

A flame was lit on the night of false charge

On lips like cherry blossoms—burning large

A voice beneath the floor supports it all

Smiling sweet and small, like a girl’s soft call

Poetry, justice, and painted desire

Gather tonight around one fire

Burning out inside the dictionary

Dancing in the cage of meaning, temporary

Tangled threads of heart and fate

Quantum love can’t separate

The ones who wish for death’s release

Grow tired of eternal peace

The crone on silent feet, tongue wet and slow

Atai laughs with a wicked glow

Between arrogance and poor disguise

Wang Xizhi’s ink begins to rise

I step through the gate of silent restraint

Lips like cherries begin to faint

An “onee” wraps arms in the moon’s faint gleam

And automatic writing begins to dream

This journey through the words won’t end

Meanings clash, collide, and bend

If someone asks, “You OK?” I say—

“I nod to every word I’ve read today”

With just one move, you broke the seal

And pierced the core where meanings feel

The brush, the book, the beat and tone

All whisper truths to you alone

Don’t be surprised—this is the rite

A wheel of words we spin each night

Beauty, shame, lust and death

Tonight’s the blessing from “え” to “お,” our breath

So you turn the page again today

Laughing, “おたんこなす(Otankonasu）!” on your way

In the cage where the lexicon burned

Komachi’s name still fiercely turns