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22 March 2020
 
Covid-19, exploring 'an isolation'.
 
Now, I am a sole being, at least I have confirmed myself for minutes
Sitting at my own balcony, spreading my legs for the most comfortable posture.
Let me be. This is my territory!
 
            but              For what,  I am here
                               For what,  I opened the doors
                               For what,  I am facing the sun 
                               For what reason,  I care all the noises outside my territory.                       I thought I have just dug myself a safe bunker, an isolation 
 
 
 
                                                     Hear –             the soft clapping sounds on the right
                        , the winds blow the trees from the left.

                Hear -  long drawl on the left,the bees are near.
                                                      Hear - countless sweet chirps,
                                                                 , the birds   
                                                fly  
               diagonally.
 
 
 
 
                        Big Orchestra 
                        , I am your audience.
 
 
The band continues endlessly 
Unlike human performers, it will never leave me alone in a complete silence.
It has never been a silence once…

The on-going sounds have never sing with a single loop
 
But sometimes, a vision is stronger than sounds, a hypnotic vision.
Sounds dissolved as I entered an unnecessary mind game. I challenge myself looking at slow moving clouds without blinks. 
 
Then   an       angry man appears
Slowly moving forward with a fierce glance 
A moving face started to look like someone I may know
Digging into deep thought, who am I thinking to?
Shhhhht to the universe sounds, I need a silence! An Isolation maybe…
 
The brain is digging,  the eyes still wide opened 
                                                
Drying drying
                                                Drying is becoming dry... 
 

            The fat black silhouette like an insect is flying from somewhere,
            Crashing the balcony door with its fat head,
            As if the scary looking insect is disrupting this hypnotic silence, 
 
 
hit the drum 
 

 
            The harmonious orchestra continues even louder.
 
            Big Orchestra
            , I am now your dancer
 
 
*turning my head to where the angry cloud was, it has long gone.
20 April 2020 
Beauty 
 

My eyes quickly caught a sentence from Rimbaud’s Parisian Orgy.
 
‘Great is the sight of your beauty’ 
 
What is your beauty?
 
? 
Having a slope bridged nose 
Having sparkly eyes that hint your sweet affections to the others 
Having healthy skins that passersby may ask what have you been eating? Instead of what foundation are you using?
Having a photograph of your grotesque posts, showing your natural characteristics
Having a bridal veil, your complex beauty is alluring…. Mystery
Having a name that the world recognises, seem simple for me, is it simple for you
Having an indescribable feeling when you are bathing in nature
Having a smile without knowing you are smiling, a simple beauty 
?
 

Reasons to name a beauty, do I need ones?
 
When I have not yet finish his whole poem
But the word ‘ Great ’ struck me first
 
It is great but I have not read through, 
And I will read even though I already felt the great. 
 
Great because its there                                 B                              E

          A                                                                    T
                        U                                         Y

​Once upon a time in 2018 
                                    
2018 here is full of solids.
Walk on streets, lean against a carved wall beneath the bridge. 
Hear no sounds
Smell no ashes
Feel no pain 
 
I called it ‘boredom’.
 
Are my foots controlled to be on these concrete grounds.
 
Looking at the sparkling Thames of London, it is too beautiful for me to reach.
 
Giggling waves,  dull skies 
Joy
Grief 
Parallel worlds
 
My escaping of this solid feeling is just in front of my eyes. 
The modern nymph’s laugh is so inviting 
 
But there are some spirit glues under my foot. 
 
Fear, 
 
denies to be in either worlds  
 
Hope, 
 
Is waiting for a rainbow ladder




​In front of,                 Behind of,                   

Veil

Summer 2018
 
Sad red sun, your tears weighted on my weak soul. 
You touched me grieffully with your wet songs, 
your singing was loud in bass tone, 
a low pitch as it resonated quietly under my chicken skins.
 
You are a secretive shy goddess, who need someone’s sympathy.
Yet too awkward to show your physical expressions to others.
 
Pity you red sun, no locals welcomed your sorrow.
They agreed on banishing you,
Shield themselves away from you with grieffully black umbrella.
Is that why you hid yourself from this slumbery democratic society?
You, the biggest lonely creature is no longer needed.
They replaced you with your clones. 
Those red spot flags, red neon LED have similar eyes as yours, but can they sing beautifully like you.
 
O, sun you are the kindest being.
You were singing behind the stage, hiding behind the sky curtain,
While those clones were just Lip-singing with pretentious faces.


 
A deafman communication

In Tokyo, my perception has been degraded its ability. People said we sense things through 5 or 6 senses.
But here, I have 3 senses, by sight that maybe deceived, touch, taste bud. 
The other 2 are functioning badly. These senses I mean a mouth and ears.
My mouth is like a generator that haven’t been used, or I guess it’s under the process of putting a data in order. But unfortunately, the engineer cannot care more and leaving it undone.
My ears work just like an unproven Siri, trying to collect the clearest fragments of words but fail every time. 
Hearing broken words too much making this Siri confuses its system.
But my ears are not as confident as Siri. 
For Siri, it is proud of its translating ability as it will respond to any sounds immediately, or even be honest if things cannot be understood. Unlike me, I wouldn’t. I would nod and smile :) 
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