The southernmost tip of
◆They dream of riding an emu
The plant hunter runs in the darkness
They examine the plants sprouting through the cracks in the concrete
The sound of the piano, the bird of paradise cries
No matter how much they push in, the pale green curtain
They can’t reach the depths of the sound
The bird of paradise is looking at them intently
◆Do you know the constellation of the emu?
In the southern sky, its figure is dark
The body of the coal sack
Chasing the light
The emus are coming
Two, three, four, they stop counting
The emus tilt them head and wonder why they aren’t coming
The plant hunter give each emu a different garland
The emus, with the strange flowers hanging from their necks begin to run with joy
There seems to be no end to their activities
◆The Bird of Paradise descends
In the distant high mountains, its form is a phantom
It nestles close to the plant hunter
The plant hunter’s hands are dry
Barely able to continue giving the plant
It barely gains a little moisture from its freshness
And soon a small bud peeks out from the withered earth
And the sound of a piano begins to flow
The Bird of Paradise perches on the piano keys
It adds to the sound and then swallows it up
◆The plant hunter was drawing a picture of the bird
They crush the stone
They draw the shape of the bird from the powdered earth
The bird of paradise did not move in front of the plant hunter
In the silence of the green
And it just quietly watched as its shape was transferred to the paper
Eventually, the plant hunter stopped painting
A single emu returned
The garland of bird of paradise flowers withered and fell apart
It continued to cling to the neck of that thing
The emu relaxed
Because it had not thought that this would be the last place
◆The plant hunter finished the picture
Although it captured the characteristics with great precision
The plant hunter began to add plants to it
The kindness of the gods returning to the stars was still being stretched out in this time
The bird of paradise cried out that everything was color
The emu stuck its neck out and said nothing
The plant hunter began transplanting
They sowed seeds around the piano
Then they got on the emu and left
Maybe they were off to find new plants
Either way, no one knew if they would ever come back.
◆The Bird of Paradise was drawn
And was able to move around among them
So it followed the plant hunter
As the plant hunter found new plants
They presented them to the Bird of Paradise
The emu’s body was turning dark
So it had to ascend into the sky soon
The plant hunter climbed the stairs with the emu
There was a sacred tree growing there
Its shape was not fixed in space
The sound of the piano was far away, so
It rained down in the form of ice
When the ice pellets hit the sacred tree,
they immediately melted and sprouted
The plant hunter was asleep,
When he woke up, they found themself tangled up in the plants and trees
They knew their fate
The bird of paradise in the picture had no gender
The bird of paradise was looking at the plant hunter intently
◆The emu returned to the coal sack
The flower decorations of the bird of paradise flower
Became the twinkling of the sixth magnitude star
It was difficult to see from the ground
The plant hunter was dozing off
They dreamed of straddling the emu
◆At that moment, the piano sounded
◆The birds of paradise gathered around the piano
Forming a circle, and there was no gender
The birds of paradise became transparent and began weaving the plants and trees
The plant hunter forgot the home they were taking back
And left their name behind in the distance
They were no longer a plant hunter
They remembered the giant bird that used to be with them
The birds of paradise created the shape of an emu
There was no need to gather them anymore
and they were able to capture them all here
◆Because they couldn’t make concrete from plants and trees
They decided to make it in my dreams
There was a piano in their dream too
And the birds of paradise were dancing a transparent dance
The highest key was pressed
And the birds of paradise all looked this way
But they soon lost interest
And that person was satisfied
◆That person made an island
That person made a desert
That person made a mountain
That person made a river
That person made everything,
But they didn’t make a human being
◆The top never stopped spinning
The fireworks never died out
The room slowly rotated around the piano
And so they went to meet the small footsteps
It had been hearing for a long time
Faintly, but clearly
◆The person became barefoot
The birds of paradise were watching over them
They didn’t step on the emu
When I stepped on the grass and trees, the space turned blue
Footprints appeared
It gradually grew larger
Eventually falling from the earth
The footprints were thrown outside of gravity
But even so, the footsteps had to be made to resound
So that person made a star
◆On the star were all the plants that had been gathered up until then
The emus and birds of paradise
There was no piano, so it was made later
In order to draw a picture of the star
It was necessary to have paper the size of the star
So that person drew a picture directly on the earth
◆One day, there was a sound of footsteps.
Transparent footsteps came from beyond the galaxy,
and the stars became lively.
The footprints became a picture,
And eventually, they became letters.
The birds of paradise watched them intently.
The emu followed the footsteps and disappeared.
◆There was a bird that was bigger than the emu
There may have been a bird that was more complex than the birds of paradise.
The woman snuck into the museum at night and broke the glass one by one, the stuffed birds, the glass eyes that were put in afterwards looked at that, the woman’s purpose was unknown to anyone, but that day, there were reports of hearing a large number of footsteps outside the museum, and everyone in the neighborhood spent a sleepless night, and everyone thought that it was bound to happen, that is, the stolen treasure would be returned to its rightful place, the sound of breaking glass echoed around the area, footsteps were untidy, everyone was walking around at their own leisure, pat-pat, thud-thud, or crunch-crunch, it was barefoot, the sound of bare feet, the sound of glass gradually began to sound like the sound of a piano, it eventually stopped sounding like the sound of a piano, even when stepping on glass, the footsteps did not flinch, they did not bleed, they just trudged around, and it sounded as if they were gradually forming a circle, and a procession was held along the route of the museum, and when they reached the exit, they met up again at the entrance, and in the meantime, the glass was broken one after another, and numerous exhibits were exposed to the new air, and such things happened in every museum that night, and people will never forget that night, if they forget even that, people will stop being people and return to the earth, they will be returned, the glass scattered everywhere, swept away by footsteps, like a transparent beach, footsteps also sounded like the sound of waves, only the security cameras caught that moment, but the figure of the perpetrator was nowhere to be seen, soon the footsteps quietened, after all the glass was broken, the stuffed male bird of paradise was gently taken away by someone from the museum, and at the same time, the great emu escape occurred, on the same night, the emus all became noisy at once, and without anyone saying anything, they opened the cages and doors of the farm and zoo and one after another they flew out into the open air, the emus, while making a noise like “woo, bom bobom”, started walking off in all directions, and the flock of emus eventually mixed with the transparent footsteps and advanced into the sky, walking up to the celestial sphere, at that time, the coal sack stirred and beckoned the emus, and in response to this movement, the star of birds of paradise flowers twinkled, let me tell you the story of the living birds of paradise, the birds of paradise that had already been stuffed were also stuffed with their stuffed companions rose up together with their stuffed friends, and everything was color, but it was wrapped in a dark veil and we couldn’t see it from here, and the footsteps didn’t find the color, and then morning came again, but what about humans, what are humans, can humans keep spinning tops, can humans realize that everything is encompassed in the sound of gently pressing the keyboard, can humans become barefoot, can humans?