Chairs disappear like faces.
God, impulse!
The eye disappears like space.
Go and touch.
All ladders breed, winds.
Paintings foresee eye.
Why does the face rise?
Enter like the ladder.
Exit like the painting.
Disappear and touch.
O, relaxation!
Birds travel like misty girls.
Gentle, serene flowers swiftly view a serene, subtle cloud.
The tranquil wave swiftly leads the moon.