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 SF. Simple scenes become quiet poems, and sometimes small pieces of speculative fiction.
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?”
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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.
73
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
μ