the solitude of existence./生田　稔
　
to sky,
sunlight through the trees are wavering.　
　In spectrum,light flooded and dazzling.
　I know this light,looking up from my childhood.
Why lift my eyes to it?
Maybe,not the memory of consciousness,
But the recognition in the brain cells.
Moreover,maybe,not that of before
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