[English Poem] new house, new world

I had a snail. It was very cute. I was fascinated by everything about it: 
The body coming out of the shell, the antennae growing out of it.
One time, I noticed something unusual about the snail.
The shells were twice as big as the day before.
He grew up, I thought, and decided to 
Watch him for a while. I was 
Looking forward to 
Seeing him grow.
The next day,
Surprisingly,
His shell was 
Four times larger
Than the day before.
That is indeed strange.
The snail's shell was 7 cm in diameter.
As expected, I got scared and let him out of the house.
Four days later, the weather forecast was clear. When I woke up 
In the morning and opened the curtains, it was pitch black. I couldn't see 
Clouds, mountains, houses, or anything. Why? I had no idea what it meant. 
As I was thinking, the house moved. Earthquake! I thought. But no, it was moving 
Sideways.I had an idea. We are in a snail's nest. Tell me it's not true, tell me it's not true! 
But the house is only moving slowly. The snail I had so lovingly nurtured had turned into a
Monster, 
And I had been 
Eaten by it, along with 
My entire house. It's the worst. 
It's too horrible. I'm going to die in my pet.
I stepped off my house. The ground was slimy. 
Not surprising when you think about it, but I didn't want to
Accept the reality yet, so I told myself it was a quagmire.It was 
Only after wandering around the inside of his body for three minutes 
That I realized that I was losing feeling in my feet. My feet were dissolving…
I can't walk, because my legs are dissolving. I can't get back home. It's over, I'm going to 
Die. 
Thank you, 
Everyone I’ve ever met…
How long after that did it take for 
Me to regain consciousness? I’m now
Living in a snail-centered world.
It is a world without conflict,
Where everything is 
Done by snails.
I was killed by a snail and kept alive by a snail. I live in the palm of the snail's hand.

(Kohei Okuma. "new house, new world". Wrote on October 20, 2022)