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March 21,1997

The jittery pause
unsettled
till
soften heart
holding
it
anguish blood
distill
you
crystallized
flaming
me

White Night

Feb.6,1998

Sun, crispy icy one, bordering cozy sleepless Swedish night,
upon the restless candle, millennium of transparent spirit fry.


Dozed eyes flicking velvet dream in the well of blue sky,
breath, lips blooming petal of pigeon blood.


Light, the passing one, come thus earlier for spring yet thus far from summer.
why the blue gaze thus clear in the white night?

Home

March 16,1998

Cozy flame sitting upon the creek
Kissing wind flirting sun
Air of love rambling under the giant dome
Intimacy in the open blue sky
And here you are,
The net of the naughty sun shine!

　

9,15,1998

Disk of ancient mirror slipping slowly, upon

The surface of early muddy spring creek

By drowsy decay

The color of weakening tender green, hidden 

Under a shadow of distanced spectator

 

Moist early full-moon, warmth

Chips in dusk obscure horizon

Mystical lemon at shattering sky

Mermaid of the summer night

Stare steadily upon

The prisoner of ardent soul

　

A Forgiven Dream

2,21, 1999

 

If the darkness can suffocate the whispering hope

If the breath can be perished

As a piece of tender leave socking in such a cold air

what does keep us to tie

A tiny join on the endless thread of kite?

 

Rat is rambling on its own course, diligently

Through the tracks, Subway

Bum slept in his own comfort

 

If the light can pierce the soul

If the spaces can alter the mind

what does keep us to fly

Away from the thread of kits?

　

　

Trembling Heart...

Feb.22.01

　

Tangible brush of syrup

Draws millions of fine lines, steadily

Upon the trembling chest

The tip of angle's wing touches, nervously

Upon the electron of bliss, suspended

On the brittle string, heart

Quivering in the layers of neurotic lustre

The sickness prevail the limps

Whether the tremor is from love or fever

The liquid of ardor erect very cells of the body to cry

Whether the shiver is from brush or heart

　

Embrace of soul immerses

In the endless sleepless bright night

Through very corner of the veins in comfort

There is a flat whistle from sky:

You are--- mine

There is a yell in the silky acoustic arch

Silent