i am flitting in tandem
with tiny white butterflies
on
a random route over Han riverbanks
enduring
mechanical noises
as
strangers see chaos
what
to us is naturally fine
living our short spanned lives
evolving
from conditions unplanned…
so
go jack your hammers
rev
your engines
tread your tires
poison
yourselves
for we do not cry when flying
do
not mourn when dying
in
your tainted atmosphere
within silent moments
in quiet atoms
between a tick and a toc
over a clear
river counted on
as
you approach the river gap
on
your bridge of progress
fording
insurmountable passes
but mankind cannot cross
what we rise with the sun for
darken
with the hollow moon
harmonize in seasonal tunes
March 17, 2018
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