Poem By Mikoto
Once more, start again from the beginning.
At random. Pack in bag. Disposal.
My arbitrariness. I don't hear anything.
I have get my own way from now on.
Empty room. Empty mind.
'I can do everything over again. '
Thing and feelings that began to overflow.
It doesn't become my own way. And disposal.
'Once more, from the beginning.'
Collects for myself, and gathers without permission.
It doesn't become my own way. Because disposal.
Collects. Gathers. And disposal.
Many times repeat same thing.
Many many times repeat.
It's repeated in the heaven too.
The God's arbitrariness. I can't hear it.