The letters

The letters

 

Upon the white paper,

the sticks stand in a row,

sometimes,

up and down, straight or side,

at times,

turning round, converging into one point,

Finally, they make a circle.

 

Then,

somethings meaningless,

somethings vacant,

somethings useless,

and somethings thrown,

 

Each of them

is aggregated

as attracted with sorcery

which no one can explain,

 

Then,

An unexpressable and mysterious miracle

reaches at my pupil

and conveyed to my brain,

 

Soon,

a tremble

riding on my antenna,

touching my heart,

contracting my anus

and finally,

binds my hand and foot with magic.

<The comment on this poetry>

I want to express that the poetry is made by meaningless marks(letters). But somethings meaningless and useless are gathered into one point with some intention. So, the letters can make numerous meanings which move human’s heart.