The song of eastern river from afar.
Once again, time has come to visit.
Like the thread that you hold,
time weaves and unfold.
While my memories is still strong,
I recite this old song.
Life is cut and stilled in the midst of time,
with moments engraved in heart,
I sing this song in time.

This hypnotizing melody
made me a dancing zombie
Because when I was filled with agony
You made depression sound so catchy

I.

All atremble
Listen to each falling log
The harpist trills string vibration 

Of the winds and leaves
Of a gown unlike all others
Sing, a song of autumn.

Melodic vase dripping
It’s time to reunion
departure or Farewell?

Vivid brightness against sorrow
Heated summers tuned
All darkness


II.

Possess our being: wrath, 
Uncertain, fear, quivering tense,
illusory victories.

Of the lunar and roundness fairy
Of the sun in his polar hades
Dance, the last movement of rhythm

Those black swan whirl, flat rocks.
Hidden to a blue coffin, sing and dance.
until next, winter solstice.

23/09/2020

Hannon,
felt superior  to the very nature of all things, and he found a way how to prove it.

“Why staying bound
by humanness,
while I am better
than anyone else”

With his own money,
Hannon bought a flock of birds
and raised them up in a dark place,
very dark place,
teaching them how to sing one song
named “ Hannon is God”,
This is all they’ll sing in the dark.

When Hannon considered
the birds learned the song,
he let them fly free,
believing his own song
“Hannon is God”
would spread everywhere
and would be heard by everyone.

He let them free,
the next moment
the free birds forgot Hannon’s song.

They flew free,
and song their own birdsong
to this day

The grass against our skin,
We look at the clouds, and feel the wind
Behind those clouds, just in our gaze
A Strawberry Sunset is set ablaze

As quick as the day began,
Mother nature has a different plan

The Strawberry red, turns to grey
As more clouds roll in, ruining the day
We look at eachother, racing down the hill
Was this date worth it, or was this God’s Will?

As the rain comes settling in,
We sit together, and you start to grin.

I apologize, for the weather outside.

But you say to have no worries, because I’m by your side.

you saw the body on the side of the road
dead fox splayed out, eyes closed
like sleep but forever

you think of the chain
cause and effect
you wonder where this death started
you wonder where it ends

under the weight of screaming metal and rubber tire
that’s where it ended
although the fox seems pristine, at peace
you know that can’t be true. a trick of the light,

the fire in the sky that builds the world
gives it momentum
(the only thing that matters,
but the fox is now still)

illusory: your monopoly on trauma
the fox reminds
you don’t own this world’s pain
you are component, module, product

one less fox for the hounds
your mind travels to empire
lines drawn on maps and in sand
torn apart in the jaws of dogs

what would it take to change the world?
one less dead thing?