Spectre

As I walk through the city, it burns me.
Everything I see goes from left to right.¹
Everything I hear goes from right to left.
Are we competing against each other?

I was born from childish marginalia
doodles hidden between constellations
a vengeful spectre with a heart of gold
whose only joy is to stand for others.

If I could ask the Gods for anything
I would pray for our juvenilia
to rise from its pages like oil lamps
and to light our paths from past to future

Footnotes

1. 「左から右へ」is like “in one ear out the other in Japanese” ↩