Every other day, you’ll receive
A blown-out matchstick
That pleaded to be lit the night before
To laud a metaphysical candle

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When darkness stops checking the right box
My ventriloquy:
Let’s travel to the ruins, shall we?

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A sun-kissed afternoon, I’m busy
Logging out of sleep

Transparent rain stains on a dining table
A knife briefly lemon-kissed

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My biggest ambition:
To be your wrist-worn
Time

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Besides the hideous blessings in your arms
No more paper scrap
To wrap your fictional love

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I’m lost in a dim lane for quite some time
Outwitted by a dove
That can precisely
Peck on your window

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Silence oozing like liquid on a plate
—Not that there’s no word to swallow
Only the fear of thorned honesty

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Above the sea
A shadow born out of survival
Is glared by downcast eyes

Yet a convivial song from afar

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To be alive
To be ringed in keepsakes
But baffled by how to near an ardent center

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Despite little I care for
I knock over
The glass in my hand

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On your shut eyes
I draw circles

(my solo performance begins)

You, smiling, delete the I
Leaving the circles behind

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Late at night, an elevator keeps narrating
“Dogs are whores—”
Cats don’t count

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The whole room in aqua blue
You swam past my bedside
Leaving scales of evidences

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I stay in the line inside an arcade center
Become a follower of swaying bodies
How could I play the drums
Without clipping clamor to the heart?

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Ennui myself ennui everything
Ennui my every castoff
So trivial like silvergrass hurting my eyes
I wish for blindness

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Is aging momentous or
Gradual?
My ears filled with sounds
Made by strike-camping clouds

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I map out the night’s isoline
Imitate a hillside house
Gazing afar at the weather front
That dawns from your palm

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I freely bend anyone’s body
To practice the way a spoon would hug itself

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Let strangers caress the back of your neck
Despite the messy hair
You keep heading somewhere uncharted

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The fog you gave me, a present
I rest on my shoulder
No idea how to unwrap

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I lost your navigation log:
Birds in socks, teary glacial beasts
Jellyfish singing lullabies…

New island, new docking
But could you summon the phantom again on the deck?

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Hopscotch on one leg, skipping
That one word
Us

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I live inside your hypothesis
To make a truth more truthlike

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Those who came from Bethlehem
Cage me with their bare hands
Until the market closes

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The room drifts upon
An island that drifts upon
The sea that fails to sleep

The dark night eagerly
Grims your back when you sleep on your side

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I learnt to efface myself
Like a downhearted master of lies
Who revokes his long-awaited booking

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Afternoon, the sky sends a brief note:
An eyas test-flies on azure paper
How to borrow your fingers’ tum-ti-tum with poise?

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All too late
The ruins is withering in sight
Like a strange word
Fleeing from a dictionary

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I’m cloning you
And you, me
As such, you believe we created something

But all comes down to the Creator
The alpha cloner

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The authority
Edits the wails of willpower
Decides how it’s in high demand like gold
Or falls at last

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The 41st day of being sick
I called up God to book for a full body checkup
Or I could collect some massive garbage upon visit

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Blue outside the window again like mist-covered waters
A trip that went back in time
A boat your eyes wouldn’t let go. I wreathed it with pain

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I occasionally choose to be absent
Those wearing a blank face
Hide the barrenness of their bottom line

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Let strangers caress the back of (your) neck
And their hands enter your body to pick out a huge bone
To assuage your spine strained in high decibels