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Drum

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onslaught of fear in thin air
merciless march of clock needle
felt heavily on wrinkles of skin

yet the rising yolk of the sun
blossoming beyond the curve of the earth
drums the blood through the veins

rise, rise again
rise, rise again

12.6.2020

Blister

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have you ever held something so tightly
that tiny soft red blisters bulged on quietly
when it was yanked away from your fist?

have you ever clawed your way on a cliff
with nothing but your bare tender fingers
not feeling the remains of bursted blisters?

have you ever ran towards the fire
forgetting everything before the reminder
that you, too, was once a tender dreamer?

12.4.2020

Globular

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I ran until the time morphed the space.
the familiarity of the past,
the mystery of the future,
blended into a globular furniture.

the pouring of memory does not stop.
will ricocheting droplets of the raindrop
recall its home enshrined in mists
thousands of kilometers above in space?

12.3.2020

Say

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carrying a coal on my back,
I swam across a bank of oil
perhaps I paddled too blindly
perhaps I swam too blithely

In the darkest corner of the night
awoke a flame as if out of spite

scarred all-over,
but no matter,
for the ride on wave
is yet to end

12.2.2020

Pebbles

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I threw a pebble into the ocean.
it reverberated back to my feet.
I threw a couple more into the water.
it frizzled and wrinkled into a fleet.

I kept the pebbles in my fist.
the ocean spoke in waves.
I opened my fist and let the pebbles drop and roll.
They rolled and rolled until they’ve become drops of sands.

12.1.2020

River

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This river, in particular,

does not overflow, spilling its guts

onto the sidewalk for pedestrians to walk.

These invisible gangs of droplets, all crumble into

this narrow valley of single destination in an instant.

Ever-so permanent, yet ever-so changing,

the river continues to flow at the same height.

Fast and frivolous, slow and serious,

purely clear, and muddily thick ones

all sang a song that flashed an instant,

then disappeared from the pedestrian’s iris,

burning its imagery into the memory.

9.25.2020

Mutant

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Stranded into a world

unimagined,

I find this life too nauseating.

before I can finish puking

all of my undigested rage and confusion,

I tripped and fell into an eternal ennui,

a space of blankness, grains of abysmal calmness fill.

I dig a black hole to engulf all this in a blink,

splitting a tiniest particle unfathomable to a naked eye.

Now,

for now,

I breath.

9.24.2020