Sticking together

The memory of crashing water
where long ago the river
disentangled
no longer reaching
the dropping areca
and I return to the present
searching for end of the gumtape

The lands

The bare root of the plantations are white
like the hooves of the raiding deer
a crack of thunder in
this season of morning dew
more unfathomable than the waters
and clouds by the mountain slopes
between breaths, I burn.

Red hot coin

Please, please inside

My house is yours,

Hang your masks on the wall

Throw away your armour

The neighbors don’t mind the clatter

They’re all deaf, you see

Their silence hangs

Like a red hot coin, straight from the fire;

A star hanging over them

From it a thousand beam of illuminationĀ