UNBOUND | Four Poems by Yu-Hsuan Wu

Fictionalise

By Yu-Hsuan Wu

 

Reality rises

one gesture

fictionalises one silver thread behind

the clouds

 

A dreamer passing by

looks through the implication of the cloud thread

he says: we bridge

the holy stairway to Heaven

no one climbs up

no one

goes down

the only thing we can do is

not forget

not forget the real silver thread

unable to fictionalise

the real stairway does

not reach anywhere

 

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Breathing

By Yu-Hsuan Wu

 

Concerned that he might be dying

he then considers reality

worthless

he has so much water

to wash out his organs

but still fails to be

stronger than anyone

 

He is waiting under the scorching sun

never waiting for turning

letting time wash away

his every pause

 

At those moments

he breathes

once water drowns

he sinks to the bottom

along with the mud

rotating and then

speeding up again

 

Operating for a long while

the pause hardly intervenes bit by bit

he will transform into mud

walking under the scorching sun

unless he dies he

takes a deep breath

and pauses once and for all

 

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Rely On

By Yu-Hsuan Wu

 

Rely on

tree shadows

to conceal those metaphors too straightforward

—concerning escape

sunlight is not as deep

as what we expect

it still lights up the entire world

hints at all of the lines of escape

 

Rely on

the reflective sheet on the trees

they sparkle

without speaking any single principle

silently opening up their eyes

when we pass by

 

Yet we keep moving forward

they stay there

against

our direction

rely on our leaving

taking light away

taking our longing for light away

 

Perhaps somewhere

no metaphors

neither here

nor there

shimmer emerges

 

Square

By Yu-Hsuan Wu

 

Accumulated outside

the squares

bear the burning sun

bear the wild grass

bear that one is more square than another

squares

are so meticulous

even while lining up

 

Somewhere outside

a square is hooked

up high

and softly put down

even the square has no idea

why its own destiny

is so meticulous

 

Squares never know

they are loaded with parts of people’s lives

within themselves

so as to exchange ways of survival

with some other people

somewhere outside

 

Interacting back and forth

we should be a little bit more decent

while those that cannot be loaded into the squares

are held in hands by people

tightly and meticulously

 


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