Sunday, 6 July 2008




I imagine time for no one
That vanishes in rain,
And that appears when wisteria flowers swing slightly.
It doesn’t have any history,
Any result, any function, and any space.
It is outside meanings.

I think I know
Time for no one is
One for Creator’s laughing.
We could hear it for just a moment.
And we could see it,
If a frog found out himself.
But no one has had that time yet
Without those who have lived against history.

I have been no one for time
For a long, long time.

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