Twelve Fold Chain

	作曲 : Books
	at last it started in the middle
	beginning as it all begins,
	it forsook the source of things.
	and that which flowed over
	that which stayed,
	and made the choice to form a standing wave.
	it leaned out against the in,
	unfolding in a place call its own
	and it gently draped six senses over
	this house of cards that it built,
	and opened ground the roots of touch
	and let them in.
	incredible sensations
	it was the insatiable feeling
	of a feeling of insatiable desire.
	and all that it could do was hold tight
	to that that it was not.
	it told itself it needed names
	and in so doing it became.
	this is the birth
	that everyone is always talking about.
	the one assumed but not remembered.
	but death does not forget.
	the end will remind it to cure it of itself.

	zuò qǔ : Books
	at last it started in the middle
	beginning as it all begins,
	it forsook the source of things.
	and that which flowed over
	that which stayed,
	and made the choice to form a standing wave.
	it leaned out against the in,
	unfolding in a place call its own
	and it gently draped six senses over
	this house of cards that it built,
	and opened ground the roots of touch
	and let them in.
	incredible sensations
	it was the insatiable feeling
	of a feeling of insatiable desire.
	and all that it could do was hold tight
	to that that it was not.
	it told itself it needed names
	and in so doing it became.
	this is the birth
	that everyone is always talking about.
	the one assumed but not remembered.
	but death does not forget.
	the end will remind it to cure it of itself.