ATTAINMENT Poem by Heiichi Sugiyama

The station was old and covered with soot. Its window panes were also sooty. A station worker would clean them up carefully, but they would soon be as sooty as before. One night I saw one pane beautifully clear, gleamingly showing even the darkness outside. As I came closer, I realized the glass had been broken and removed, which attained what the sooty pane had long wished for, strived for, and moaned over. A freezing wintry wind was blowing in from the darkness outside.