Time runs out as soon as you see them
It becomes sore in the practical notebook
The whole thing is covered with a layer of dust;
The lost girl! The abandoned
Square root-square;
The blurred search becomes useless essence
And the decay of the vanished relationship
Tomorrow disappears as soon as you look at it
The name attached to the attendance register
Disappears suddenly, perhaps it gets lost
In the tug of the fog,
Being something more detailed
At length, there remain only those noise,
In endless waiting -
Quietly following behind.
