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Innuendoes, superstitions,
Writings on the wall
Took place here
In a Space,
Named me.
Wasted, atrophied,
Only dark remarks
On broken phrases.
The vast forever of death beckons
Before the little light of life.

I should have
Let the sea
Gobble me up
At
Three!

I write about the tenderness you display,
In a simple act
Of taking off, and putting on,
A ‘cucurbit’.
Fu Lu and Pi Xiu
The ferocious dragon.
A tale of ancient legend,
Enfolded on the space
Between head and body.
Wisdom of ages,
Nestles like a moon,
In a burning, night, sky.