2026ss 此

“This”

Where the apple I cast finally falls,
its changing form, its sounding tone,
the scent that spreads, the scattered spray—
all are left behind by this very hand.

Dream or real, I arrive—here.
In this sorrowing floating world, these feet find their quiet.

The stains that linger on my hands,
the traces shaped beneath my soles—

What's this?

—

From where does this day come?
And those stains, those traces—where do they go?
What does this mark create?

—

A detour taken, with no road back,
a lost thing forgotten, a mole found instead.
Turn to look—and unfamiliar clouds.

After so long, the pulse of earth and grass beneath my feet
drowns body and mind without restraint.

A dusk I cannot call “again”
wraps me wholly in this moment.

Is it because I cannot possess it
that I am drawn?
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｢此｣

放った林檎の落ちるところ、
変わる形や鳴る音、
広がる匂いも飛沫も、
すべては放った此の手、残して。

夢か現か、辿り着きぬ此処
憂う浮き世に慰む此の足

手に付いた名残の汚れら
足裏の作りし跡形ら

何だ此
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その今日は、何処より来る
あの汚れも跡形も、何処へ
この染み、何を作るや

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この寄り道、経て無き帰り道
忘る探し物、見つけた黒子
振り返る間に、知らぬ雲

久しぶりに踏みしめる土草の脈は、見境なく心身を溺れ上がらす

又、と思えぬ夕景は、これぞとばかりに此に包む

其を持ち得ぬ、故に惹かるるか。