On chanting a sutra, at the room next door, being close to each other.
The electric lamp, on exchanging to new one, a ship sinks.
In where your staying, two hands of a clock, to drop out of sight.
As preying impaling in shrikes, to regard me, humid in this night it's.
Grains of boiled rice, wrapping with a leaf of ginkgo, ants haul.