Izanagi's yearning

Wandering alleys and temples,

The faint ringing of her bells and ribbons,

The scent of her underbelly,

The mildewed invasion of,

Ancient Yamato,

Ripping us apart,

In the land of the put down runt,

The sun is radiant,

All is fine as ever,

Dust strikes hard upon our brows.

Oh Mikoto,

Strut around my pillar,

If you holler first,

We’ll raise a tar skinned child,

A real blood sucker.

To be on an island, so solitarily,

Most fitting for a tenno,

In search of his basis,

And finding only cancer,

What a joke.

I left in the morning,

Time of dew and sweat,

Upon her curves and branches,

Unseen by servants and maids,

Sneaky and low and bloody and chanting,

You’ll get a letter before tomorrow.

Your iridescence of skin,

Great chameleon of my soul,

In this dullness of sin,

Is precious beyond,

All things seen.