hello poetry
a place of context rhythm
and beautiful rhyme

well my poem for you is short
there's nothing much to say

because of you,
I can stand in the
middle of a maze
in the bermuda triangle
in complete darkness,
inside the twilight zone,

still
never lost

The horizon , a floating melody
Abloom like any mundane wonder,
So I need not supersede all exceptions
Even in an unravelled margin.

A visual force  provokes ephemeral soldity
At the boundary,the dangerous line,
Between art and philosophy
With  the idols circulating popular enthusiasm
As we lament the surface from a spatial depth.

To be distinct from decay
Is not a vain desire.