No. 00185.
No. 00185.
This letter that I send
To you must travel --
Must first plunge into the darkness
With confetti of words, with the symbols of my calling --
Must taste the metallic bitter of rain and iron
And dwell
In the coldness to preserve memory
In rations overwhelming to ten-thousand miles --
Must reason and turn
To evoke a hot summer: cicada trees warming to ears and
The scarcity of nights that fold
Easily in their pillars of dreams --
Must be stamped (several times)
And deliver like Chinese whispers
The entire collection of my shadows in exchange
For yours --
Must have breakfast by the posts --
Must cross deserts and streams --
Must endure
Silence and uncertainty -- a world's end
Every seven seconds as I blink by and by the time --
Must reach; must yearn --
Discard beat and breath
And balance for the crash of embrace that smears
So dearly even the frames of souls --
Must drink from your palms
To revive
Like a dry leaf
Holding on to a tree dreaming of poetry
And be read.
Dale Chou
18.08.2007