(1)
Wouldn't that be nice? A new ornamental X, a new filligree Y…
It leads to ideas about life…
It might lead one to think great things…
It might lead one to lead a new life…
(2)
One has a certain degree of tolerance. Then one notices…
There is an ancient problem. An archaic bug.
The bug, although it is old, has enmeshed itself in everything.
Now one requires a critical attitude. Everything outside the self is corrupt.
(3)
There is a remaining problem. One thing doesn't work.
One conducts some kind of process on the thing.
Some kind of energized occurrence happens. 'Lightning comes down.'
Suddenly you are trespassing on God.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem