Often trees are conductors of the absolute, the sidereal cuss
eternity. the blow escapes the rehab and into the fire as known
but
lost coupons short of your toaster of existence. the mind needs consciousness,
consciousness does not need mind. Bon Voyage.. when the body revolts within itself, and parts battle
parts,
it's the last revolution, the last pogo, follow the few that
have wisdom, don't let it deceive with knowledge, the brass ring of annihilation, you'll be recognized by a chip, and maybe it will be all that's left..

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Luo Fu

Beyond the Sea

When the sea is saltiest
I find
A pensive man squatting on a rock,
Certainly not that prone-to-blue
Evening cloud.

His quandary
Bright in the lighthouse.

he cannot swim back to the shore; for
His back ingrained in the sand
Is rolled away by the setting sun.
So he secretly marks the spot of the distant shipwreck
On his sole.
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