this is a random way
of living
like the way you write a poem
upon a
constricted frame of mind
when time is
raw and thin like an
expensive salmon sashimi
upon a platter of white
fragile
porcelain from nagasaki
this is touch and go
this is the rule of harshness
the law is the law
no matter how harsh the circumstances
have become
when you look at the lines again
some words are misspelled
but there is no more time
and you let that stay
this is the random way of
living
let the wrongs live for themselves
if they grow then they grow
you have a journey to fulfill
and the road is as endless as a number
leave the dead behind
let them bury themselves
let those who know you forget
leave the world
it is here and it was here even before
you have become another seed
go my friend, sail on,
another boat is waiting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem