Moyu Aoki


In the medium room,
I sit in the chair.

The border between the elbow and the table is tender.

When I pour the nectar into the glass,
a drop raptures.

The subtle bluish white room.

It's just the right size room,
sometimes dazzling in scarlet.


Insignificant items :

adorable toys,

bird feathers,

well-dead flowers and branches,

pebbles found on the road,

aged metallic tools,

I lay them neatly in a white case. 


There was a dim and hushed atmosphere.

I’ve known that for a long long time.

It reminded me of when I was born.


A tiny autumn breathed.


  • Neville

    these words would stand out in any colour room...

    blindingly beautiful, ragged and real..

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