aokage

「Aokage」

The blue shadow speaks, speaks, speaks
when, when it dreams, ms, ms
even, even in, in the noise of daily life, life
Among clichés, you, you
choose a unique flavor,
biting, biting into it,
despite, despite the pain,
yearning, yearning for reality,
This wish, this wish makes you feel alive,
weightless, weightless.
In a packed train, you sway, sway,
becoming, becoming just like everyone else a machine, a machine.
Seeking, seeking both safety and isolation
stems, stems from self-awareness,
If you’re called a machine, machine,
at least, at least you avoid discomfort,
of human, human closeness.
If machines have a boundary, boundary of emotions,
would people, people follow it,
claiming, claiming “correctness”?
Solace, solace comes from words, words,
distancing, distancing the blue shadow.
The stride, the stride of a blue cat is mechanical,
yet familiar, yet familiar.
Dreaming, dreaming of perfection feels unremarkable;
as machines, machines become less terrifying,
the absence, absence of pain causes unease,

Artificial, artificial beauty feels “right,”
but the weight, weight of life becomes unbearable.
Yet you, you choose that weight,
embracing, embracing defilement,
and drowning, drowning in everything,
seen, seen, even to destructi