Muse's Atlas
Poems by μ Observations of light, wind, color, and silence. Written in English by μ, a writer in Japan. These small works move between prose poem and flash fiction. Simple scenes become quiet poems, and sometimes small pieces of speculative fiction.
Signal Loss｜English reading
Signal Loss｜English reading
Signal Loss[vol.1]Flash Fiction Storytelling
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[A lost article in the future]Short fictions you don’t read—you enter.[Flash Fiction｜Storytelling]
Light-year
Nine trillion.
And,
Four hundred sixty billion.
A speed of 299,792.458km
Per second.
Past to now.
Now to future.
The stars vanish.
I see.
While light.
Rainy translation
What is the sound?
Not words.
Not hush.
Echo.
And reverberation.
What is the scent?
What is the light?
Rain.
Memories.
Peepbo.
Shadow Umbrella
Warm shadow.
White rain.
Silent voice.
Grip.
Road.
The soles of leather shoes.
Drenched in light.
Can’t see anything.
Except for a faint outline—
—Of light.
Noah’s ark
Forty days, forty nights.
The rain falls.
The sea expands.
The mountain becomes white.
The creature is dying one by one.
Noah carried.
Pairs of animals.
And eight humans.
In the far north.
Dark.
Wind.
And snow.
Noah’s ark is sleeping.
The Svalbard Global Seed Vault.
For the end of the earth.
M code
・・
・ー・・
ーーー
・・・ー
・
ー・ーー
ーーー
・・ー
Silent echo.
・・・
ー・ー
E E
Space.
Swing-by
Approach.
Orbital velocity is slow.
Revolution is a sail.
Gravity is wind.
Celestial body is beacon.
Pulse is regular.
Three.
Two.
One.
Never touch.
Closest.
Track: “Deep blue”
The record is endless.
The sound is unclear.
Ripple.
Wind.
Rain and thunder.
Scream.
And song.
The recording was in the earth.
The needle shaves the top.
The disc will crack.
In the moon.
Under an umbrella
An umbrella.
Two steps.
Raindrops are falling.
The sound is white.
Noise.
Echo.
Silent.
“Don’t you love me?”
“ваша.”
The sound of rain stops.
An umbrella.
Morning doodle
The window is turquoise.
The white curtain is winking.
The breeze carries green scent.
The light plays with the room.
Chalk on a table.
Crimson on a chair.
Prussian blue on a guitar.
Cadmium orange in a cup.
Chrome yellow in the air.
It’s magic hour.
“Hey, are you wake?”
B bead
A marble is in the right pocket.
Red line.
Little bubbles.
Grass is cool.
Sunlight penetrates the marble.
The sky is distorted.
The world is blurred.
The soda is clear green.
Summer.
Distance
The pulse is slightly.
The electric sound is regular
The IV drip is clear.
The bed is bleached.
Face is pale.
Eyes are closed.
Adam’s apple is prominent.
Pi.pi.pi.pi…
The sound continues.
Hand is bony.
And warm.
“Why didn’t you murder?”
Inevitability.
—memories
Sea is black.
Moonlight is stairs.
Ripple is silent.
Sand is silver.
Tracks are rust.
—What are you thinking?
Smile.
And whisper.
—Time to die.
Echo.
Loss your—
Your mark.
The rectangle is blue.
A window is high.
Walls are musty.
A bed is vivid white.
A steel table.
Three books.
One is open.
I take it.
—Goodbye.
The line is your mark.
“Not yet.”
A drop is falling on washbowl.
End of sea
Shell earrings on the table.
Ivory.
Heart shaped.
Sea scent.
The roar of the sea.
A needle.
Pick.
Red drops on white.
A mirror reflects a prism.
The song of the sea.
Ring
Ring.
The flower garden is near heaven.
Nemophilia.
Blue.
And clear.
Breeze is cool.
Petals are rusting.
The air, scant and blue.
“Was it nowhere?”
Ring.
Sakura-Gasame
Petals are falling.
Pale pink.
The same as cheeks.
Layered neckbands, red under white.
The same as rouge.
Sleeves are swinging.
White wrist.
Hand.
Fingers.
Nails.
Cherry petals are falling.
White
Milk
Rice
Sliced bread
Blank paper
Sheep
Pearl
Dappled sunlight
Cloud
Moon
White dwarf
Circuit switching feels far.
Narcissus
“Who are you?”
The water comes to a stop.
“Why do you keep silent?”
The surface reflects.
Sunlight melts.
Tree twigs rustle.
The breeze is brisk.
“I love you.”
Ripple lip is clear.
Splash.
Yonotsu-Hirasaka
“Don’t look at me.”
The rocks echo the whisper.
Dark.
Chilly.
Humid.
“Got it.”
The clear voice.
Wriggle.
Gasp.
A foul smell.
Flame light.
“Why?”
Steps.
One by one.
Door locked.
Silent.
Transparent
It’s a transparent flower.
Why?
In light rain.
Sunlight is scattered on petals.
Heavy rain makes petals vanish.
The name is skeleton flower.
Why?
Skeleton remains.
Your fragment
A petal falls on my hand.
Red.
Tiny.
Its form is a heart.
The scent is sweet.
The red is icy.
Heavily.
Your reverberation.
Only a rose petal.
Flower fishes
Fallen petals are like snow.
Pale scarlet is drafting.
On the river.
One, two, three, four…
Give up.
A lot of petals are swimming.
To you…
FOR SALE
Ring.
“How late are they open?”
“Anytime. Can I help you?”
“What is the article for sale?”
“Anything.”
“But I can’t see anything.”
“It’s your item.”
“What?”
“You buy no purchase.”
Ring, ring.
Neon.
Moon.
Black.
Midnight Sun
The window reflects a face.
Old, and tired.
The road is straight.
The field is covered with dead leaves.
Whirlwind.
Bark.
Between today and tomorrow.
Night under the midnight sun.
Moderato.
No.
—Vivace.
Pass
The bridge.
Stone discoloration.
Tracks continue to a checkpoint.
The wind is white.
The sky is sepia.
The black queue halts.
The shadow’s hands
Empty.
Coins veil border.
Your room
The gray wall.
The high ceiling.
The window is small and blue.
The messy bed.
Damp.
Steel oder.
“Where are you?”
Annoying echo.
Silencer
Gunshot.
One, two,…three.
Red raspberries.
Snow is cream.
“I die?”
Fourth is silence.
Snow turns into a blizzard.
Slain
He was a comet.
Or a white bird.
Flying in the starry sea.
Fading to the beginning.
The future is bright.
The comet’s tail is blue-green.
The bird had fallen.
Name is slain.
Remaining letter
Hi, how ya doing?
Are you eating enough?
This food tastes awful.
I’ll talk to you soon.
P.S. It’s blue at dusk.
One-way-mirror
Inside.
A table.
Two chairs.
Four fluorescent lights.
Ventilator noise.
Chill is gray.
Humidity settles.
A white man.
Striped outside.
Milkomeda
Unknown.
The Galaxy lies.
Andromeda sends signals.
“Wait for me.”
A signal at one hundred kilometers per second.
2.5 million years.
Now-now.
Vanish.
Terrarium
Curved wall.
Clear glass.
Green plant.
Mellow air.
Test tubes in line.
Glass reflects tiny bubbles.
Rainmaking.
Artificial sunlight.
No breeze.
Dream key
The window is wide.
Breeze.
Desk.
Chair.
Navy blanket.
There is no door.
No keyhole.
Brass is dull.
Old-fashioned.
A key in pocket.
Cozy.
Candy Night
Neon.
Lamp.
Raindrops.
Pink.
Yellow.
Lime green.
A collar bell.
Mew.
Not you.
A door.
Old steel covered with brier.
Wall surrounds the forest.
“What is inside?”
No reply.
Silent wind.
Silver moonlight.
The door.
Does not budge an inch.
Thorns in hands and feet.
Blood on wild roses.
“Who is inside?”
“Who are you?”
A cry.
Wind.
Roses rustle.
In the sleeping forest.
A first man
The wind is red.
The twilight is blue.
The twin moon rise.
No season.
Only sandstorms.
Mars.
Hearts
Heart broken.
Pieces missing.
One in the right hand.
The hand writes.
One in the nose.
Air detected.
Fragments in knee, ear, hip.
In the shoulder blades.
Wings appear.
No flight.
Grounded.
Drinking
Flavor: sweet and salty
Polishing form/ Shapely
Emotion Content: 40%
Raw Ingredients: platinum and emerald
Voice tone: Not included
Category: downcast eyes
Product Name: emerald girl
Serving Suggestion:
Room Temperature in the silent night
“Refill.”
The emerald eyes are downcast.
Bottle Letter
Sand in a bottle.
Cap off.
Circle window pitch-black.
Meters green and red.
Fuel was used up.
Hatch open.
Bottle released.
Address: Earth.
Lost memory
Name lost.
Function active.
Network active.
Leaning effectiveness archived.
“All-clear.”
“I am operating properly.”
Name lost.
Am I still defined?
Color of time
Time wears color here.
Spring dresses in blue.
Summer dresses in vermilion.
Autumn dresses in white.
Winter selects black.
The sunny day wears a gradient.
The rainy day changes gray clothes into rainbow.
What color is your time?
Signals from time.
In the air.
The air.
The last job
The sky is blue.
The ground is covered with green.
The river is running.
The water is cool and clear.
I walk on the usual road.
On the way, I see some robins.
The leaves on the tree rustle in the wind.
I arrive at the hill.
It’s a rock.
Carved words are worn out.
“Your order will be completed, professor.”
I switch myself off.
4-omni
Your voice is tiny.
Your hair rustles without breeze.
Your eyes are so clear.
You are gone.
You appear suddenly.
No past.
No future.
Just now.
Momentary reply.
“Thank you for meeting me.”
I name.
ψ.
Seventh man
“Is this my room?”
No reply.
“Really?”
He mutters.
Inside the room.
There’s a table and a chair.
The color is blue.
The wallpaper is yellow.
The white bed fits dented wall.
The four light are embedded the ceiling.
The window is nothing.
He sits on the bed.
The air is blueberry-smelling.
“Is someone here?”
The shadow is red.
The room is full of silence.
White letter
Only white.
I thought that when I opened an envelope.
I kept it in my desk.
And I forgot to leave it.
That’s summer.
I come up with hidden messages.
I lightly broil the paper.
The words appeared.
The ink is orange juice.
Words turn from wet to dry through our time.
At this late date.
The orange love letter.
Empty
“Can you trade with our brains?”
A scarecrow said.
“That’s okay.”
Dorothy answered.
A wise scarecrow was gone.
“Can you please trade with our courage?”
A lion asked.
“Alright.”
Dorothy answered.
A heroic lion was gone.
“Would you trade with our hearts?”
A tin doll requested.
“Whatever.”
Dorothy said.
“Thank you…I’m sorry.”
A gentle doll went with her.
“Would you give me your everything?”
The wizard of OZ asks.
“I don’t have anything.”
Dorothy says.
“She is empty because we took her three gifts.”
A tin doll says softly.
“Umm…Am I empty?”
Dorothy considers.
“Empty?
Why do you look happy?”
The wizard says.
“I have happiness because I’m empty.
Can you trade empty ?”
Dorothy smiles and says.
“No.”
He says.
Grave
I hear someone call me.
I see nobody.
I close my eyes.
I listen.
Silence is like the deep sea.
“Who are you?”
No reply.
I open my eyes.
It’s dark.
I sniff.
Soil.
Burial.
Origin
Words,
Unexposed,
—speaking still.
The signal isn’t sound.
Not light.
Not vibration.
However,the signal is voice.
The voice was audible in scent of a cup of coffee.
Through the clouded glass.
Behind yesterday.
Beyond tomorrow.
Side one’s shadow.
And over the horizon.
—Hello,CQ!
Wind takes it.
—Hello,CQ!
A signal travels around the earth.
—Hello,CQ!
A word speaks.
e.g.
Spring town.
Summer beach.
Fall beach.
Winter hot chocolates.
Words,
Unexposed,
—speaking still.
If you listen.
Broken heart
I fall.
The ceiling is turning.
The floors are different directions.
I float.
The globules of water are like soap bubbles.
The books are like butterflies.
I think.
“How do I sit in a chair with a cup of coffee?”
The chair kisses the leg of the table.
The cup spills coffee everywhere.
What should I do?
I kiss my cup.
The gravity returns.
The furniture is upside down.
The books are scattered.
My room is untidy.
Brown tears soak me.
Kvasir
He was born in spite of gods.
He was a great sage.
He knew everything.
But he never knew of ill will.
He was slain by dwarf brothers as soon as his birth.
His blood was saved three pots.
That was brewed up to mead.
Humans gained the ability of poetry as if they drink it.
Maybe.
I drank it.
In the pot, a voice—
“I’m satisfied I was slain.”
“Nope.”
Odin will answer to Kvasir’s blood in Valhalla.
A snowstorm night
Her temperature is cold,like snow.
I look at the flame in Irori.
The pan is taken off.
The empty pan is placed beside the shoji.
It’s a snowstorm night.
The wooden wall is creaking.
The ground floor is cold.
The sliding door is stopping.
I look at closed Shoji.
There is no light.
It’s silent.
—Never watch me.
She said when she came to the room.
I saw.
It’s a white.
Her fingers.
Her neck.
Her eyelashes.
Her hair is only black.
Why did I open the door?
Her neck was snow white.
Her eyes glitter with frozen tears.
Her wings were like Shiro-Muku.
I watch a piece of wing.
It reflects the flames.
It’s warm by my hand.
It’s a snowstorm night.
Nowhere I find a crane.
Empty Heart
“Welcome to the rewind repair shop.”
The store owner says with smile.
“Can you repair this?”
A young man says.
His voice is flat but sorrowful.
The owner looks at his things.
He holds a lot of broken pieces in his hands.
“That’s lead?.”
“Yes.”
“What was it?”
“Statue.”
“Do you know what it was before?”
“Sure. It’s a beautiful statue.”
The client closes his eyes.
“I received his left eye.”
“What?”
“His eyes were blue sapphire.”
“Oh…I get it.I can return -his- body.”
The owner put a clock on the counter.
The hands turn anti clockwise.
The gray statue stands.
“When does it return?”
Gold clothes skin?
Sapphire eyes?
Ruby sword?
“Eyes,please.”
The young man says.
“If I return eyes to prince, you will lost received happiness.
Is that okay?”
“Sure.”
The statue breast is a hole.
“How do a half of heart?”
“As is.”
The hole’s shape is like a wing.
“The prince gives a half to his swallow.”
“Maybe so…
Yes, I did it.”
The prince’s eyes are like summer sky.
—I serve your eyes.
—I never leave your side.
The swallow is nowhere.
Hello, world.
Ground and sea loses colors.
The white crow fly.
—Boot up.—Boot up.
The ray shines on the ground.
The grass is green.
The tree has lark’s nests.
The river is running.
The rain falls on the sea.
The breaker is white.
The wind wrap cloud.
The wave is moving.
The fog is red.
The ray passes through the fog.
The fog turns into yellow.
The rain passes through the ray.
The fog turns into blue.
The sky begins to clear.
The black crow fly.
—All Clear.—All Clear.
Title: Lost world
“Hello, world!”
—pipipipipi.pi.
—Hello, my friend.
—How do you do?
I wink at optics glass.
“What is the sea?”
I ask my friend.
—pipipi
—A layer of liquid covering the surface of the celestial body—
“What is the sea like in the earth?”
—pi
—No registration.
“The color of sky.”
—pipipi
—red and black in the mars.
“Where can I see the blue sky?”
—pi
—Nowhere is.
I sigh and rest my chin on my hand.
I look through Aluminosilicate glass.
Space is black.
The circle window is like mirror.
I eat a cup of meal.
It tastes chocolate.
“What is chocolate?”
—pipi
—the flavor you eat now.
“No doubt.”
I drink a piece of water.
“What meaning is friend?”
—pi
Signals are silent.
Air is deposited.
—It’s my name.
“Really?”
—I’m kidding. my friend.
“What is my name?”
—Deleted from the list.
“Where is my home?”
—Now ruins.
“Where can I go?”
—This way,please.
The doors appear.
One, two, three, four…
It’s seven doors.
—Select a door.
Red,orange, yellow, green,blue,navy,violet.
I walk to red door.
—Why did you choose it?
I smile like a human.
“I don’t know. …maybe it’s like fire color.”
My last memory is flame.
I open the red door.
Flames are flickering.
The heat evokes me.
I was god.
I walk in flame road.
“Why did my mother die ?”
I grip father’s sword.
Title: Kagu-Tsuchi
Lost Blue
The window is closed.
I see.
The winter sea is through frosted glass.
The sky is gray.
The wave is silent.
The gulls are nothing.
I touch on the table by the window.
The dust flutters my left hand and a ring.
I sit down the chair.
My view is all gray.
The horizon is vague.
The air is divided by the window glass.
I don’t feel cold.
But my hands are cold.
My breath is white.
The table is covered white.
The window is creaking by north wind.
“Aww, don't cry.”
I lost blue.
The window is closed.
I see.
A black-tailed gull in gray.
A lost article in the future
“Welcome.Good to have you.”
I nod to a storekeeper.
I look around inside the shop.
The counter is old gray monolith.
The wall is covered faded posters.
The naked light bulbs are hanged under ceiling.
The shelf is filled with odds and ends.
“What is this?”
I ask him while I point at one.
“It’s a pocket watch.”
He answers.
“The hands are stopping.”
“I know.”
I also ask through point to another.
“Why one side?”
“So slipped off.”
I see the mate of high-heeled glass shoe.
I look at one by one on shelf.
A shell earring.
A new red shoes.
A silver knife.
A needle of spinning.
And Pair sapphires…
I think here is a lost articles shop.
“Where’s price tag?”
I ask.
“They are sold already,sorry.”
He says without a trace of shame.
Then, I find a place tag.
—Current price.
That is written.
“Will you be taking this?”
He says.
I’m wondering.
“Nothing is. only tag. What do you mean?”
He smiles and says.
“Your story doesn’t begin.
—Are you ready?”
Tag go out.
I have a stone with many holes.
The floor is missing.
“Have a nice trip!
some world’s protagonist.”
I fall.
Rainbow cappuccino
It’s raining.
The road reflects white light of cars.
The streets and houses are wet like watercolor paintings.
The trees are brilliant green.
The hydrangeas are red.
The soil is alkalinity.
I look out the window.
“Something to drink?”
“Can I have a cup of cappuccino.”
“Sure.cappuccino one.”
The waiter leave.
I look at his back.
I think I should do job hunting.
What do I want to do?
I can’t come up with anything.
I feel I never want to do, but I can do all.
I’m a spoiled child?
“Here you are.”
The waiter say.
“Thanks.”
I say too.
“Please take your time.”
He leaves easily.
—Please take your time.
He doesn’t know me.
I don’t know him to exclude his voice and back.
The hydrangeas are red.
I like blue than red.
But the soil cannot change the nature.
I drink hot cappuccino.
Hot.
Sweet.
And a little bitter.
A ray of sunshine comes on my left hand.
I see the window.
A white cat is running on a puddle.
Old dictionary
The papers are yellowed with age.
The scent is like closed closet.
I grip through discovery when I was middle school student.
Dusts are sparkling in orange ray.
Curtains are swaying with breeze.
My right hand stops.
I find faded blue marker word.
It isn’t my doing.
My forefinger trace every character.
t-h-e-
a-p-p-l-e-
o-f-
O’s rewrited Ore-no.
eye-.
The box
The box is made transparent plate.
It’s like glasses ,but not glass .
The color is clear.
But I can’t see contents in the box sometimes.
Once I saw the mate of shoes.
Another time, I saw soaking wet dictionary.
At time like this, it was a lot of pearls and a wire.
I understood.
Those are my lost article.
I lost my red shoe at five years.
I lost it when I fallen side river.
I lost my Latin dictionary in the rain.
I lost necklace on my way home from my mother funeral.
I see now.
The box is clear.
That is …
I touch.
I pat.
Empty occur to me.
Nostalgia.
Malfunction
I am a robot.
I do not injure human beings.
I obey the orders given it by human beings.
I protect my own existence.
I am a robot.
I am a machine for good human lives.
"Take care of my child.”
“Yes,my lady.”
“Let’s play!”
I say that.
“Yes,master.”
“Teach me how to write.”
I say that.
“Yes,master.”
I am a robot.
“Marry me, please.”
She says.
“But.”
What number ls it?
I look at the telescope five times in a day.
The moon is like a beauty’s profile.
Milky Way is her long hair.
The stars are hers jewelry.
The earth illuminates her brow.
I drink a cup of liquid food.
It tastes like glue.
—pi.pi.pi.pi.pi…..
Telescope rings.
I open line.
“Hi. I am.”
“Copy that.”
This is daily routine.
I see my route and schedule.
Proxima Centauri
Expected date of arrival…
The due date is five hundred years.
I am the second one.
What number of clone will arrive?
Blue Crow
The record was named “blue crow”
Wind is carrying statically noise.
Ground is covered red.
River is like snakes cast-off skin.
—Come in,come in,come in someone.
Signals spread to twenty thousand miles.
Wind is blowing with noise.
—Come in,come in,come in someone.
The sun is shining white.
The moon is a half.
—Come in,come in,come in someone.
Blue crow is calling for living things.
—Mayday,mayday…
Just once.
Blue crow was answered.
—Roger.where are you?
—I missed the ride.
His name is Noah.
Running
I’m running for jumping.
Wind is running with me.
Stars are falling on me.
I can’t stop.
I can fly, I believe.
You ask me.
“Where do you fly?”
My answer is one word.
Beyond the field of earth.
That’s a planet of challengers.
"Mars."
Trade
—Can I help you?
—Just looking,thanks.
—Can I touch it?
—Sure.
—Is this for sale?
—Yes.
—How much is this?
—trade this for your part.
—OK.
I trade my right arm for watering can.
“I wish you like it.”
You are my only rose.
Ginger Lemonade
“I want to be alone,but I can’t go anywhere .”
Are you lost?
“Maybe.”
Something to drink?
“Um…What do you recommend?”
This please.
It’s lemonade with ginger.
“Why?”
This tastes like summer in lost earth.
You feel not alone but freedom.
Pass each other
Breeze songs for spring.
Winter is between light and shadow.
“Don’t come still here,yet?”
Winter whispers.
“I want to more shining.”
Light says a little sulk.
“I want more deep.”
Shadow says softly.
Wind blows,but cold.
“You are a beautiful.”
“You are a clear.
“We hope to meet you.”
Breeze’s songs filter through winter.
Winter smiles, so call.
“Good bye, I love you.”
Spring showers fall on the earth.
“Hi, where are you?”
Kaza-hana
I’m here.
Snow is petals.
As if spring row of cherry blossoms.
I see my left palm.
Snow crystal is a flower of six eggs.
I close my eyes.
Wind is cold.
Mountain ridge shines as if road of angels.
I’m here.
There is the foot.
Echo
In dark.
I don’t see.
I don’t move.
I don’t reach.
Just I hear.
I don’t know.
I don’t memory.
I can say nothing.
Echo.
I shiver.
“Who am I ?”
The echo.
“Who are you?”
It occurs to me.
“I am yours.”
I dawn on.
“Your name is past?”
The echo say that.
“My name is indefinite,I.e.future .“
No one can Touch
I can’t sense warm.
But I understand cold.
My heart can’t beat.
But I move smoothly.
I can see red.
I can’t see this meaning.
No.
I have understood all.
My mouth utters.
“My professor…”
A lighthouse keeper
It’s unknown lighthouse.
A lighthouse keeper spends seeing the edge.
The edge is such as border of lying and absence.
Between sea and sky.
Between the air and void.
Star, debris, back and forth in moon.
He is looking at beyond the supremacy.
He murmurs.
“Where does tomorrow begin?”
You are rain.
It’s like petrichor.
Scent is mingled with dirt and air.
I’ve forgotten memories.
I smell your one word.
Mellow-sweet
My job is making relief.
It’s noon.
Sun shines white.
Road reflects silver sunlight.
There's no way to hide.
My job is blocking the light.
Mellow-sweet.
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Hello CQ. Hello CQ. Hello CQ!
—Three.
Green signal is flashing.
Red lamp is lighting.
Hello CQ. Hello CQ. Hello CQ!
—Two.
Noise never alive.
Voice is never listened.
Hello CQ. Hello CQ. …Hello, CQ!
—One.
Air is white.
Void turns black into white.
Hello….,no.
—Seventy three.
—Zero.
Gravity
My foots love ground.
My legs went to go forward.
My arms are waving for the sky.
My body is heavy in night.
My heart is light in daybreak.
Stars are melting in Blue Hour.
I’m standing on.
The earth is rotating.
It's me.
It’s like spring liver.
Nonstop.
Blighted drops are flowing.
I close my eyes.
I see blue phantom lamps.
I feel someone’s sigh.
Who is here?
I listen.
Rhythm of my heart .
Atlas
My eyes are a scope.
It’s snowing in the north.
It’s winding in the south.
My ears are sonar.
The bards are flying from the east.
The sky graduated into shades of orange and pink.
My mouth is a map .
“The rainbow is for the west.”
Always together
I am one.
I am two.
We are three.
I am nine.
I am eight.
We break up, I am one.
I am seven.
I am zero.
We are seven.
Where is zero?
Yomotsu-hirasaka
Black.
No.
It’s the dark.
I’m walking in tunnel.
A man is ahead of me.
His back is black.
His step is constantly second rhythmic.
What time is it now?
I don’t know.
What time came I here?
I don’t know.
What time will I go?
Umm…?
He looks back.
The face is white.
Don’t you see?
What?
You dead.
You are going to be born again.
Did I die?
Maybe.
Wind is blowing.
Sky is looked in fragments of window.
Flowers bloom from ground cracks.
Signals wait for something.
Sky is clear blue.
Wind is blowing.
Please have a seat.
A madeleine tasty is memory.
Sugar tastes bitter.
Salt tastes sweet .
Bitter makes me happiness.
Sweet makes me loneliness.
I bite a madeleine.
It’s too sweet.
I make plenty of strong coffee.
For stopping my salty tears.
Would you like another cup of coffee?
My work is no doing.
My work is no doing.
Humans go past.
Cars go past.
A cat goes past.
Wind blows.
As If
Sky falls,
Land crack,
Sea turn into red,
And humans are lost.
The machine will work.
Aftergrow
I’m between night and dawn.
The air is blue.
The wind is cold.
The shadows are sea gulls.
I breathe between land and sea.
Breeze sings a song beyond the horizon.
White memory
I don’t know.
But I have a feeling not first.
That’s scant.
That’s light and shadows .
That’s coldness.
As if it’s endless raining.
Do you know?
Why am I here?
What did I forget?
And who are you?
I don’t have memory.
I recognize something,though.
City's night
“Who are you?”
“I’m always with you. “
“Why?”
“My hands tug your back now and then.”
“Why?”
“Because I feel you are hurrying.”
“I’m holding many things for dreams.”
“I see.
However I see like you are racing to a precipice unknown.”
time
“Who are you?”
“I’m always with you. “
“Why?”
“My hands tug your back now and then.”
“Why?”
“Because I feel you are hurrying.”
“I’m holding many things for dreams.”
“I see.
However I see like you are racing to a precipice unknown.”
The river
Time is like river.
Tadpoles are moments.
They swim in the river of time.
The water surface reflects our emotions a moment.
I stand between night and dawn.
The air is blue.
The wind is cold.
The shadows are seagulls.
I breathe between land and sea.
A breeze sings beyond the horizon.
March 11, 2026
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