Poems
背部
Night eats color
Flower bouquets lose their fake ornaments.
Day falls into the leaves like sparkling fish.
Shapeless dreams and trees are nurtured
Outside this shriveled, deridable despair
Kneeling like the lowly mud.
And the space that was chopped down
Tickles the weeds by its feet.
Fingers stained with cigarette tar
Caress the writhing darkness.
And the people move forward.
よるが色彩を食らひ
花たばはまがひものの飾を失ふ
日は輝く魚の如き葉に落ち
このひからびた嘲笑ふべき絶望の外に
育くまれる無形の夢と樹を
卑賤な泥土のやうに跽き
切り倒された空間は
そのあしもとの雑草をくすぐる
煙草の脂で染つた指が
うごめく闇を愛撫する
そして人が進み出る
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