Early in Summer, Diophantine Approximation

It is exactly

like a wedge polished perfectly.

The dawn as the space.

The past is also the future.

The wind exists in the deepest bottom of this life.

The wind blows from the origin.

Close tense one line.

An infinite number of lives;

they are kept as is.

It is the moon standing in the distance.

Hearts sound.

After I lost everything

lights remain.

To change the context of living once in a while.

There is nothing that must be so.

The ocean’s voice somewhere.

Still, I take no notice of it.

The rainbow is straddling a large, grand scale.

Everyone is looking up at it.

Somebody is calling

in the distant sky.