A man on the bench
There's a man on the bench
light breeze of May clearing away the man's thoughts
crashed aluminum can reflecting sunlight
the man notices it
and realizes that it won't belong here
it's been crashed by the car tire it lies
where the cars not permitted to enter
it's been brought or thrown in
he imagines
of a boy gracefully throwing
it
of a boy who he can't see
he sees
the man's on the bench
of a mind of the boy of a mind of the man,
exists a motive
and it captures the man
a place where the boy sees
a place where the man sees
thin aluminum cuts'em up
and pieces of space
lies before him
from the mind of the boy of the mind of the man,
the man accepts of the time and space
belonging to
it
the man began to stand
light breeze of May caresses him
the crushed can remains tightly sit
and it's hardening its own wrinkles
the man admits of a power applied to crush this can
a tire captures it, runs over it, and crushed it
the man attempts to measure
the vector of the very moment
by analyzing the wrinkles
yet it's not possible to achieve
then the man recognizes
of the power that being applied to himself
but then when and where did it originated?
root of the power can never be reached
nevertheless, it exists
as a result of being
spat out from a mother
there,
the man stood
(translated by 斗沢一樹KAZUKI TOZAWA)
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