2026aw 々

anen2026aw【々】

The clouds never change, and I go somewhere with them, disappear.
It is always so.

Ants follow,
persimmons fall,
stones split,
paper tears.

The morning glow turns like the evening glow,
body temperature unravels from the neck,
the birdsong grows clearer.

A canal with no fish,
strangers,
falling leaves—
the precious time they give me.

Surrendering to hunger,
growing tired of gathering nuts,
waiting for a monotonous dizziness.

The sky is still bright, yet it has already grown dark.

Brown begins to look purple.
Something neither in my fingertips nor in my head
tells me to drink water.

Things that would not settle,
things that never quite came to an end.

All of them are warm now.

It should have remained just as I watched it that day,
yet what I see now is somehow different.
A different warmth mingling with the same coldness,
a slackened, quiet pleasure at the corners of my mouth.

Throwing myself into today, before the interest can fade, again.
The peeled-away today carries its scent into tomorrow.

A thing called civilization, heard from afar.
An itch flowing within me.
Unable to wipe it away, I simply gaze and pass on.

Cloud upon cloud, the dusk of today grows dense;
what remains is the scent of tomorrow.

│

The persimmon has rotted, but someday its seed will welcome me in the corner of my room.

Clinging and circling, wrapped in entanglements inconvenient to a world that turns, overflowing in splendid abundance, until they become a pattern stained into everything.

In return for having waited, I want you to bring it with you.
Perhaps you will not find it, so in that case, be sure not to let it go.
It is something very small, something that will not budge at all, so it won’t get in the way, will it?

Clouds, fly, fly—fly with a great thundering leap.

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~2026.10.15

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一向に変わらない雲と一緒に、何処かへ行ってしまう
いつもそう

蟻が続き
柿が落ち
石が割れ
紙は破れ

朝焼けが夕焼けのようになって
首から体温が綻び
鳥の声がよく聴こえる

魚の居ない水路
知らない人々
落ちる葉
それらがくれる大切な時間

空腹に身を委ね
木の実を拾い飽き
単調な目眩を待つ

まだ明るい空は、もう暮れている

茶色が紫に見えてくる
指先でも頭でもない何かが、
水を飲めと言う

落ち着かなかったこと
きりの悪いこと

それら全てが今、暖かい

ただ見てるあの日のままだったはずなのに
今見てる何かは、何か違う
同じ冷たさに混じる、違う暖かさ
気の抜けた、口元の悦び


今日に身を投じる、興が冷める間もなく、また
剥がれた今日は、明日に香る


遠く聞こえる文明というもの
我が内流れるむず痒さ
拭えぬままただ眺め往く

雲々立ち籠む夕闇の今日に残るは明日の匂い
│
腐った柿の種今に饗す部屋の隅

回る世界に都合の悪いしがらみを纏い廻りしがみつく、見事に溢れ返って、染み付いた模様になって。

私が待った仕返しに、それを携えて来て欲しい
もしかすると見つからないので、その時は必ず離さぬように。
とても小さなものだから、ビクともしないものだから、邪魔になんてならないよね。

雲々飛べ飛べどんと飛べ。


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～2026.10.15