While peeling potatoes,
I peeled the cosmos.
A Martian eye,
a Jovian eye,
Each sprouting eye on a potato is a star.
Beneath the earth,
the potato has long been creating a universe.
In its rounded cosmos,
the eyes are stars,
the eyes are lives.
Whenever I peel a potato,
one by one there open
the castle gates of the stars.
A tumultuous cry from the stars comes pouring down.
