Cinematic Poetry
From the Obsidian Room — an immersive piece where words dissolve into moving light.
Ono — The Axe
If I could choose just one — heaven sprawled on soft grass, or the figure standing straight with an axe in hand. Both are me, and to choose is to never return. A cinematic poem of the conflict upon the lawn.
Kokudō — The Black Hole
A face unlike the usual. You who read my words to the end and answer before I finish. Even the words I turned over all night are cancelled out when we meet — you're like a black hole. A cinematic poem swallowed by the cosmos.
Shimi — The Stain
Glance up, and there remains a fragment of you. Still there, after all. The etched stain — out of reach, soon forgotten — yet it never fades. A cinematic poem seeping across the ceiling.
Yokogao — The Profile
You, always in profile; I loved the timing of your exhaled smoke. As if in the countryside, a world in the cleft of memory — a shoulder bracing against the clear white breath, right before me. A cinematic poem adrift in violet smoke.
Zōkibayashi — The Thicket
At the edge seat of the classroom, wishing to go unnoticed like a tanuki tucked in a thicket — the blackboard now and then, sharpening a pencil, gazing far, doodling on the desk. A cinematic poem that melts into the woods.
Unmei — Destiny
Two utterly different souls, meeting across centuries — it can only be called destiny. Yet to speak it would end it. A cinematic poem of a feeling kept secret.
Enogu — The Paints
Beneath the beautiful words, the wellspring of effort seeps through — each single line drawn with the whole of one's center. A cinematic poem where color takes you by the hand.
Kyōhan — The Accomplices
The soundless piano room was a hideout for two. Slipping away from the banquet, knees hugged in silence — a cinematic poem of two accomplices.
Musha — The Warrior
Sake snack in hand, laughing big, swinging the blade through without looking. Not flawless — that broad, bold hero — a cinematic poem of a warrior beneath the moon.