Strength
We all have one
Two or three
Or more
As we be in prime.

My hands got sleepy
Every time I deviate
On how the world
Turns itself
Upside down
There’s no ups
No manna.

I found the sky’s black
I told my ears
Not just to listen
But to imitate
The chirping
The breezing
And grasping
Of every rough leaves.

The leaf fall
I got up
It was full-grown
But where am I?
What am I now?

The story
This story
Was enveloped
It was delivered
To the outside world
The monsterous one
If there’s such word.

Everything was left untold
The colours
Braced themselves
Found nothing
Tasteless and colorless
So smooth
So rough
So scared
Afraid
Anxious
I was unknown.

(12/8/13 @xirlleelang)