Repeat the unrepeatable




When I woke up this morning hundreds of puzzles greeted me.

Today is, perhaps, my final day,

The day to summarize for the last time

All the things I’ve been thinking of for past several years.


My late-born, autonomous thoughts

are reaching the age of adulthood.

My fingers grow cold having touched the sky

Which no one before could touch or permeate.


Beyond this there is no tomorrow.

This, my god, how marvelous it is!

While I sit without yet having had the time to think over

Living only for this day, the sun is setting.