From midnight spending the night with, muddily falling and falling into a doze and a doze, till the middle of the day.
Here's Satan standing by, if looking back to, just my shadow it is.
And you and I, ruling and making something our own (or sliding and tumbling) in the whole universe of a billion worlds (that Buddha enlightened).
At ashes builded up, the sound of the growing hot water and siren, I hear. Or, At ashes builded up, after the sound of the growing hot water, and silence comes here.
At the inpatients' ward, a cigar butt for a feeding cup mistaken.