I think this is the best poem I’ve written, even though it’s very different from the rest. I think it’s the deepest and most meaningful of them, and also by far the hardest to understand:
<u>Twisted Ring</u>
<i>Kagayaku kisetsu ga eien ni kawaru made</i>
Ah, the little thing often piques my fancy.
I follow all the colors speckling it; it distracts me from my idleness
Turning the thing till I tire - the twisted ring.
The changes from blue to red and red to blue are simply delightful!, on this twisted ring.
Half the thing gazes at itself, and
The other half gazes outward.
The shift from one perspective to the other turns pain to sweet pleasure,
As, between my fingers, I turn this twisted ring.
Sometimes I am inclined to turn it faster, the twisted ring.
The pleasure of changing colors increases
With the speed of turning
As does the pain.
Sometimes I tire, and sleep, and dream.
I only dream after turning the twisted ring.
There is an art to turning the thing quickly.
I exhausted myself over and over,
Turning it slower than I can now.
The pain and pleasure are what drove me to continue
Till I could turn it this fast.
They still drive me: more than ever.
So I turn the thing ever faster,
Till the muscles in my hand spasm madly, and
My heart spasms with the pain and pleasure of the twisted ring.
Ah, to truly live is to turn the thing; and
Intensely, vibrantly, I feel the contrast of colors on the twisted ring!
Indeed, it is sweet bliss that only increases;
So my pace quickens.
I almost have trouble following the colors now,
Amidst this unequalled pain and pleasure.
The colors are beginning to blur,
On this speckled, many-colored, and twisted ring.
As the colors blur, as blue and red turn to mere violet,
I feel the pain and pleasure start to fade.
Desperately, I do as I have always done, and
Turn the ring faster: my bliss trickles out faster,
And I am left empty, turning my twisted ring.
Ah, I want to stop turning the thing; my hand aches numbly.
Yet, if I try, try so hard to look closely, I think I can see red and blue.
Will I still dream, if I stop turning my twisted ring. . .?
Xwing1056