My birthday, the moon festival

My life in the sea of tears





My holiday, a misadventure

My soul, a short career

Like a lizard the road crawls forward 

Into regions unexplored

By their boats the Mayans stirred

Gold and silver soon flow aboard

My birthday, the moon festival

My legs a wisp of ghost

My clothing, cotton under paper

My shoes, a sharpened post

My birthday, the moon festival