Night courses through the soul of day,
Warning the future of the past's betrayal.
While the moon, the queen of all things night
Condemns the sun in absentia.
How
Should we know in such a flux
That anything is true? One
True thing is all
A human needs, and here
In the house of Mom
A higher truth unfolds
In pure BS.


Gota Yannkerchane
Lines from under The Mountain
Yokohama, 1917