I lie still on the dense cement
Scathed by the harsh cold, counting my breath A sharp serpent crawling into my skin, My gay disposition turned to a lament. The idea of mortality and death, Put my stubborn head in a spin. Solid ice cracks when winter passes What once was intact is now in pieces; Akin to a heart of stone, it, too, thaws When laid in the hands from where it draws, Ardent love from which it lacks. A lone, roving footstep without tracks Immersed in the midnight sky, I attempt to count a myriad of light It and I had something in common—with that, I am right In time, we both will perish and fly. To what purpose, twinkling stars, do you stay beautiful? While I, as time serves, turn ugly and scornful? I once wore a dress buried in thorns; My nakedness pleases them, but why do I feel forlorn? In this fabric torn in shreds, I imagine, White petunias frolicking in the breeze As my scars gasp for air inside an enclosed tin, Pleasure and pain: mystical to seize I die every time in my sleep Along with secrets burdened to keep; I close my eyes as I count to ten, But the dead shall not live again. Look above; see mourning in a shape of a billow; Gentle cries, raging fires --- raining on your acid pillow. O flowing rivers! Pointing south, they lead me to die Toward the summit of life; I cannot defy Marble tombs curtsy to the moon, right at its eye. Alas, not all sins you can rectify! Ghosts lurk in nothingness; they pry I fall to the geysers as angels sigh Deeper I go, the echoes rose like a bonfire Weak as wood---but willfully I burned Ashes in my lungs became sapphire, Pieces of the past, mercilessly churned, Screaming songs in the wrenching flame Indeed, I was no longer the same. Death chases my elusive tail; I run Onward to the glorious sun; I lay on the grass, mind at ease, Making sweet memories around fruit trees. Twirl and leap in places so evergreen; For life is birth, however you mean. |