Inside a cramped, narrow hole, the two of us show each other our dreams, we cant be in that world, neither can we be in this world, dear god the god of children, we are covered in scratches in the sandbox where you amused yourself, we dance, we spin around, our dance is a queer one, our eyes are shaky, all sounds are a mere jumble, our legs are also shaky. an illusion, a mere jumble, the sun, the moon, the sky, and god-all, bringing forth this life of hole-dwelling, we cant escape, we wont escape, so close