Then there is time,
remorseless as Panzers
on the steppe-
killing everything it meets.

There will be no
renegotiation,
the deal is done,
was done so long ago.

All of us
little victims
of the clock.

Gather pieces of your grief,
Make them into a bundle,
Put it on your shoulders,
Carry it to the sea,
Leave it in the water.

Sit at fire
Sip coffee
Bite some baked chicken
Dance a bit
Have sound sleep

We have such capacity
I've done it
It's now your turn

Difficult to be a candle
For you will have to burn to give light

Be the umbrella
And shelter the scorching heads

Why so much worried about happiness?

The moon doesn't go anywhere;
It stays in the blue room
When the sun burns everyone.

Wait, it's about to come out.

Lashes

Soft like petals

Eyes

Likes cloudy stones

Covered in soft soil

I like to watch you

Dreams like clouds

And roses

And rain

I think

You are pretty

And I like to watch

Your hands move

Your pencil,

Making

Your eyes, moving

I like to watch

imagine:

a night colored ocean
vast
white clouds, floating above.
casting shadows along the jagged, watery surface.
or perhaps
they are the silhouettes
of beasts
leviathans beneath the surface
with water filtering through their jagged teeth,
scales as sharp as needles.
or maybe
there are just clouds.
soft tufts of water
above a jagged
midnight
sea.