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Cells packed

Like the Chuo line

Zooming past Tokyo metro station

I wander

and wonder

Cells packed

No room left

How they rearrange

Stacked

Like people

With a purpose

Get out

As soon as possible

And

Go home

Cells packed

As they don’t communicate with each other

Not really

My random

“Sumimasen”

Lost in translation -

There is so much lost in translation

Without the fluidity

Factored into

The rearrangement

Of the

Packed cells

I wander

And wonder

Over my dinner

Finally

My

A dash

Of dashi soup

Are cells packed

like my rice bowl

Do they communicate

Like the soup that floats over them

As I pour and pour

What if I pour when it is too hot

Dashi can cook the slice of chicken a bit more over the rice too -

What if cells hear more over hot waves

Slightly more differently than cold waves

Of fluidity