Numbers, numbers
Same numbers do appear.
Constantly I see them.
It seems they’re always near.
They keep repeating. They do not change.
Why do they confront me?
I find it so strange.
4: 44,5: 44,6: 44 too,
12: 44,1: 44
They’re never through.
Surely this time prompt
Is there for a reason
All through my days
in every single season.
Is it a good thing
or is it bad?
Whatever it is
it’s driving me mad.
If it ever stops
I don’t know what I’ll do.
I’ve gotten so used to it.
I think it is my clue
to try to figure it out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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