Light poem is made through knowing heavy reality, as own irrestible, irreplaceable reality.

Stingy tasty wrapping makes the poetry so Ironical. Smile easily heals anybody, but the expression in smile is truly unidentified around what the one thinks. 

Nobody knows true appearance around everything. Though after all, mutually even it is misunderstanding, more positively regarding view is the better, the idea could be made so necessarily. That's not that bad, but anytime being so makes us dissatisfied with its condition. 

Irony is thorny joke, but very ambivalently obscure. The opaque nature means our socially unwritten law, but that running could be extended, true justice must disappear. 

But even true justice could be so skeptically interpretable to us all. 

Poetry thing must have mission, but simultaneously mission consciousness is stronger, that intention rather can be withered. 

After all, masterpiece's own lightness rather is made by its heavily regarded reality, though drawn appearance has own paradoxical reality as background. 

Though any light poem must be made through heavy reality in heavy training, but simultaneously it needs absolutely easy diffusion to any unnecessary persistent anxiousness.

(Irregularly continued)

Sep. 18th.     2023