I must let go of these beloved balloons, let them float up into the boundless blue of the sky,
Throw my troubles into the boundless blue of the sea, let it swallow them whole,
Clutched by the white, fluffy clouds or the white, foamy crests of waves.
Autumn winds winnow, let them be my wings to fly away from my plangent plight
Into the aureate sky of a new dawn, with a fulgurant flash, forming again.
I must start again, I must be made new, make me new, Neptune, God, make me good...
