細かな砂利と寄せ 滑り落ちてゆく 向こう側へ くるぶしまで濡らしては かえすゆらぎ みあげれば さんかくけいの それぞれの頂点が 数万年の誤差で 瞬いている Fine gravel, the tide coming in, slipping away toward the other side, wetting my ankles, then the wavering returns. look up. A triangle. Each vertex blinks with an error of tens of thousands of years. Fine gravel, the tide coming in, slipping away toward the other side. breath. To my ankles, then the wavering returns. breath. look up. breath. A triangle. Each of them, on the same beat— blinking with an error of tens of thousands of years. Fine gravel, the tide coming in, slipping away toward the other side, wetting my ankles, then the wavering returns. look up. A triangle. Each vertex blinks with an error of tens of thousands of years. Fine gravel, the tide coming in, slipping away toward the other side. breath. To my ankles, then the wavering returns. breath. look up. One breath. A triangle. Each of them, on the same beat— blinking with an error of tens of thousands of years.
