網膜が光を飲む前に
光になる皮膚の外側で
空気が迷う
どこからが
わたしか
境界線は
引いた瞬間に嘘になる
溶けることは
消えることじゃない
ただ、もっと大きくなること
Before the retina drinks the light,
it becomes the light.
Outside the skin, the air hesitates—
where does the self begin?
A border becomes a lie
the moment it is drawn.
To dissolve is not to disappear,
but to become something larger.
