Ten “Tankas” from “The Endless Sky”
In heavy rain my clothes got dripping wet
And clung to my body,
I ran through the devil’s shop curtains.
The boy failed to ask
Whether he should throw away all of the rotten orange
Or part of it.
I was hit harshly
But I stood up
Even though bleeding heavily.
Fingers pick red apples shining under the blue sky
Kalium is emitting
From the primary somatosensory cortex.
I, blindfolded,
Slightly feel a knife near my neck.
The bell tolls.
The ogre with bloody eyes
Angrily bit and tore out from inside my body
And sat as cool as a cucumber.
Out of a lot of masks hidden in the closet
I select a mask for today
Wondering which is most appropriate.
I draw with a single stroke of the brush in the same way
The flight path of a bird which would fly in the sky
Where I would not be in the future.
“The full moon is especially big in the night sky, isn’t it?”,
I want to ask all the people of the world both in the past and in the present.
The moon is full tonight.
The human comedy is coming out of the brain network,
What value does that secretion have
If you don’t have pride yourself.