Friday, May 3, 2013


He invaded my landlocked dreams
to create paper cups
to fill his morning Tieguanyin..
When I was in my ocean shore
to find the most beautiful musical note
he sliced my heartbeats
and auctioned
to the highest peak of Rio De Janeiro
to fill centavos in his sparse wisdom.
When I fought alone in my sandalwood garden
he perished in front of me as a cut stone statue
of cruel silence after destroying the last sparkle
of my earthen dreams....

seasons change
wearing new make believe masks
on misunderstood wisdom,
on mistaken identities.......

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