Only For Power

Fire against flowers,

Which one price-less?

I have worshiped them

So far from the coals.

For the power only for power

I sold all the flowers.

I burn in the flames

My aged books, my dream,

My garden,

Consciousness is full of new ones.

By the haughty hypocrites,

The light flashes in the world

Which becomes stunning, intensely?

I tolerate again and again

Burning my eyes

Burning my soul

Burning the flowers

Only for power, only for power.