Fictional Lyrics


You sit at the edge of the world,

I am in a crater that is no more.

Words without letters

Standing in the shadow of the door.


The moon shines down on a sleeping lizard,

Little fish rain down from the sky.

Outside the window there are soldiers,

steeling themselves to die.




Kafka sits in a chair by the shore,

Thinking of the pendulum that moves the world,

it seems.

When your heart is closed,

The shadow of the unmoving Sphinx,

Becomes a knife that pierces your dreams.


The drowning girl’s fingers

Search for the entrance stone, and more.

Lifting the hem of her azure dress,

She gazes—

at Kafka on the shore.


Haruki Murakami
Kafka on the Shore
Chapter 23


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