The line
drawn for the first time
in our history
must have been straight.
When we try to draw
something with a pen
or by the middle finger, first
we all draw a straight line.
It is always very short.
And it looks like a soft strike. Now
the world appears to be calm around me.
I see a parking area
full of spaces,
leaning against a coin-operated locker full of spaces.
The shape of these spaces seems square or cubic.
And
the universe seems round and closed. But
anyway
we all draw a short straight line first.
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Author:
Yasu Na (
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