20241229 'Slow and Fast'

Slow and fast
Riding on wings
To far and near places
Flying and descending
With that wind direction
Looking above and below
At the midpoint
Dropping me off
Every version of me
Though each is distinct
Gathering them up
Then dispersing
Releasing them far away
Or gathering the dust
It was I who was being watched

If that is the case
What on earth
Are you looking at
What is visible
May be certain
But its meaning and concept
May have already expired
Playing the consciousness of the unconscious
Getting on and off the melody
If even the things before and after that
Have already passed by
No matter how
Whether it is possible or impossible
While inserting room for choice
Gently inserting that single piece

With foreshadowing in a range I cannot notice
A cage of concepts already manifested
Tempted by seduction
I end up following along
The line of children
If I was like that once too
What am I doing now
You admonish
And I do not even possess the ears for it
Yet with the vibration of the sounding scale
That which sways on its own
Even if it is a misunderstanding
If it is already being executed
I will likely encounter a new scene
Proceeding as if it is already fulfilled