There is a borderline I touch.
I don't know when I touch it.
It is not as if I feel when I touch it.
I don't; I don't think I do; do I?
I just touch it.
We all touch it.
This borderline we touch touches all of us ,
elusively, intermittently.
It starts at a point.
It stops at a point.
Am I touching it?
- April 1976, in port, Yokosuka Naval Base, Japan
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