Time Inside the Body (Another Poem)
Eating, sleeping, working, leaving, traveling,
Whether we are sitting, standing, sleeping, awake, busy, or idle,
We are all wading through the flow of time, with every fold and crease of our bodies
Covered in moss. Time passes neither too quickly nor too slowly,
Occasionally ringing the alarm for hidden illnesses, letting a snowfall turn our temples white
Or a mountain block our view, as we try to restrain ourselves
And strive to remain neutral.
"The Collapse"
Whenever night retreats,
The last remnants of daylight and the stars, together with the village,
Sink into the ocean of the night. The wind blows the curtains, the moonlight
Streams in faintly, attempting to lift me out of the water in the darkness.
I am drowning in reality, calling out for help in my dreams.
The wide-open wilderness is empty, without a soul in sight.
Like a bird with infinite weightlessness, it traces a sad arc
Across the steep cliffs. |
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