I
ching chong
trong bring
cong filling
my heart with desire
and ching for the 'verlasting chong
ching the tao, chong his revolution
indeed we carry on with this ching and this chong
throng of spring, mong of a thing, might feel nauseous
but this is what they barter with
aprong, bringing
ching a song
of spring

II
chinese lament
o weary of your poor thing world
chinese spring
these years all gone by in an instant
o you gluttonous folds
o you berserker mountains
guardians of tao, all lost
under heaven, there is attack
tao te ching
cow the spring
might be the allure
of a new spin
of heaven
for itself
under garments of red old man
heaven before itself
in itself
behind itself
such is the eastward movement and gaze of the tao

III
the virtuous man
beholds
the foolish man
ransacks
the wise man
begot
the true man
bedazzles
such is the way the thousand things are

IV
fed up life and the phenomena.
why wont the sun just die once fucking more
under heaven,
chaos reigns
the man of heaven
and the man of earth
grow in accordance
to the way things are
bring this spring, mr ching
bang your wang, mr chang
get the bussy out of your tong, mr chong
rung your bung-hole, mr chung
and cheng
the meng
deng
such is the way
of earthwards heaven spire
the sun wields a lance
kaminari
the thunderous great