One year later
...and at last I understood what I was trying to say in that poem I had written in the middle of a blustery winter night last nyear. It was too confused and symbolic to make sense back then when I read it to the seminar, and even when I put the words down onto paper, the meaning remained latent, deep inside of me. But things are finally starting to flow out in a natural way. Because things are getting better. I feel like I'm finally starting to make sense. Like life is starting to make sense. Like words aren't something I have to hide behind.
The Runner「走者」
the gaping distance between apogees
is cupped in his curving, back-lit spine;
is a road aligning to the leaping crack
across the window pane;
is my reflection in a conflicted sky
with nerves of lightning vainly reaching
広がりゆく二つの極みのへだたりは
背骨の形に立ち並ぶ街灯に包みこまれた
窓ガラスのひびに寄りそう道、
そして不安定な空に映える
翅脈のごとき稲光
the lustful limbs of a grandfather clock
that beat against the night entreat me
run along the streets that damply glow
beyond the windows of a house
and habit i can't leave behind
息のつまる日々の終わりに白熱する応酬の中で
振り子時計の艶やかな鼓動は
夜露に光る窓の向こうの
道へ走り出せと誘いかける
置き去りに出来ないものを残してでも、と
The Runner「走者」
the gaping distance between apogees
is cupped in his curving, back-lit spine;
is a road aligning to the leaping crack
across the window pane;
is my reflection in a conflicted sky
with nerves of lightning vainly reaching
広がりゆく二つの極みのへだたりは
背骨の形に立ち並ぶ街灯に包みこまれた
窓ガラスのひびに寄りそう道、
そして不安定な空に映える
翅脈のごとき稲光
the lustful limbs of a grandfather clock
that beat against the night entreat me
run along the streets that damply glow
beyond the windows of a house
and habit i can't leave behind
息のつまる日々の終わりに白熱する応酬の中で
振り子時計の艶やかな鼓動は
夜露に光る窓の向こうの
道へ走り出せと誘いかける
置き去りに出来ないものを残してでも、と