by me(whatever)
to miku- Orange Zotoropu
gatan goton*
on the forever running,
tracks through the blue sea
held tightly in a bottle.
memories
forgotten
accidentally
slip
through the afternoon light,
refracting through a window.
The comforting smell
of old leather.
A child on the line,
counting steps
running,
running.
gatan goton
as orange shifts to
a sky full of stars.
How far it goes,
no one knows.
sounds
forever
gone
suddenly
reheard in the sloshing
of a pair of yellow boots.
Echoing against the space
between floor and ceiling.
It remembers,
flowing
in the far-away.
Gathering broken hearts
on the Bottle Sea Train.
*(Jap)- onomatopoetic sound of a train,
literally "clickity-clack" or as such
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