Spider Thread Monopoly
In the demise of the fallen world,
I embrace the continuous redness
Pushing one’s way into atonement;
This role of the white lotus’ is a thousand-year corridor
Suddenly in the center of my field of vision,
with trembling emotions, on the opposite side
a straight silver thread only whispers to my hand’s palm
“…It must have been designed like that.”
That is, the STORY that seems to be about capturing the spider.
Whoever you are,
even if you are a helpless idiot,
I rolled a “die” akin to love that was about to be torn into a thousand pieces
Even if I realized that the thread was “the red color” that shone lustrously in hell
I could only cling onto it.
In the center of the fallen world,
I seized the endless dream
When I looked into the bottom,
thousands of limbs were clinging onto it
How far did they manage to climb up?
How much did they struggle?
They sobbed blood so much it could fill a pond
The ones who crawled and screamed seemed to be sinners
It was not as if I reached my hand out
You looked at me as if I was struggling
-and you ridiculed at me, right?
Just like how I “did so” in the past
“Even so, I loved you.”
The STORY about capturing the spider
Even if you are a god,
even if you are the Buddha who promises for “salvation,”
I clung onto the “die” akin to love that was about to be torn into a thousand pieces
Even if I realized that the thread was “the red color” that shone lustrously in hell
I could only cling onto it.
Whoever you are,
even if you are a helpless idiot,
I had already collected ”love” akin to a die that was about to be torn into a thousand pieces
I shouted, “This thread is my aim!”
To the cloud(spider)’s treasonable intent (thread) that I rejected, ah
I could not even cling onto it.