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
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
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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