Without words.
I’m dancing in front of you.
What words will be worth?
What wars will be worse?
Words will be words.
Wars will be wars.
What wars will be worth?
What words will be worse?
Words will be wars.
Wars will be words.
Within wars.
I’m dancing in front of you.
*Today, on 24 Jul 2026, I watched the stage played by ‘the National Ballet Theatre of UKRAINE’ in Osaka.
So, I wrote this poem.
