Is it chaos?
Is it a highway?
Is it a rainbow?

it is a bridge between
the scattered past and
the gathering future?

On the moon's hill.

dream have no materials
materials has no dream.

Show yourself
like snow

Become water and flow away.

Without sound, no echoes, without echoes, not sound.

I screamed

for a few seconds
silence prevailed

Then

echoes spread
in all directions.

I passed by by chance
Ignored
Insulted
Pretended not to know
Or
Turned my head away
Out of fear
Took a detour
Convincing myself that it had nothing to do with me
I passed by by chance

They are my teachers.