So…

neither caterpillar nor butterfly
I stole this phrase
and sat in the night
when wind stops blowing
and the birds were there, no rest for them
and sky.

These apartments, that is the bath room
where light comes from and tried to see.
why every one sleeps
and no one smokes when I feel like sharing
from MOBY DICK and the tree, whose branch they
feel so safe on, stayed there.

Do I know?
What I want to write,
when it will come now that I search for light.
A flight, took off
stars whispered and
love is
all the darkness that follows
all the words that
are here
and eat into my sleep
why every one sleeps
neither caterpillar nor butterfly.