Poem 13 : Origami of Lof
Plain Ao’s paper.
Square, smooth, and warm
Perfect manifestation of quiet sea
What am i going to make? For you, the simple one.
Wyvern? Hummingbird? Flower?
Did it really satisfy me? Illustrates your personality?
Charge my hunger for perfections? Accept your need of distractions?
Or its form just gonna mystify me? Mislead you?
Rolling deeper into my own confusion , your interruption…
How am I gonna to express my Lof?
How to act solemnly fancy and vigorously diligent?
In order to create the magnificence of my Lof, the Origami!
Folding here… folding there…
Makeva loop.. lick it…
But did it worked? Not another dissatisfaction?
I’m afraid.. my Origami of Lof..
What shape do you really want?
I’m seek it, for my own purgatory.. Ao..
Tell me before you disappear!
Don’t let me to stand vigil and suffered!
Just tell me please..
For your own sake, and mine..
You, my Half-Life.. my Origami of Lof..