電車を乗るとき、いい気持だと思う。

[The time I ride the train gives a good feeling, I think]

An urban heart brought me without strings to the city of cities. The glowing, polluted and beautiful metropolis where two sides of everything crash, headlong, into one another. I have been tailored over 31 years to enjoy being caught in the middle.

Love grows like a bud, understanding forcing its way up through the mud of contextless confusion. I feel I am approaching everything. Riding hands free on the express train toward the heart of myself. Pink, white, green tips of branches from long-standing trees reach out to me. Under their trunks are the roots of history, sentience, memory. Each sentinel is a story waiting to be told.

The patterns of words become maps on my tongue. I can read and write before I speak, and this does not feel backwards. The lines of graphite and ink on white are a comfort to me. I see design and repetition in the numbers of stroke order. In the sharp edges buildings and flashing lights make. The curves of shadows around the bend of a wall against the river. I see kanji everywhere and I understand it on an intuitive level better than these intangible roman letters.

Every morning is a half hour commute.
The tracks of the train are well planned and get me where I’m headed fast. Though I have an innate sense that I will have to find a new home to do the work I want. But like the avenues of blossom-dusted trees, I am rooted here. Rooted to the times I have passed through. To faces I have touched. To names I recall. There is no need to set fire to any them. If I should, on what strength will I weather the storms of this world?

Each seed cast from my hand is a place I will come again. A semi-nomad has many homes and I was born from a motion-born blood. The energy of the air stimulates my cells to change. I am a creature of imagination, full of potential not yet realized. The set-up is still in progress. I am still riding, legs strained, keeping balance, waiting for my station to come.

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