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the downlookers
(on the MTRo)
they speak to an oblong box
held to the ear, to the mouth
and yet among eyes down
there sometimes will be those to catch
what is it they see through to
under the low growl?
that there is a sky to climb above?
you can't see from here
unless you look to picture
but anything is pictured
look in the bright of the oblong box
you could be anywhere
they see an instant through the heart
then back to their love bent
each neck as if a weight depended
and mouth to ear touch, touch
all of us in an oblong box
a series sliding under
the city, under the sky
do you see me?
is my heart heard
under the endless up?
the world has always ended here
as we will each in oblong box
hope that a tear might touch
that ears and lips might bend to each
just one last moment of attention
might I have yours
just in these lines?
when the time comes
if it's not too much trouble
please see that I am earth or ash
I don't want an oblong box
I guess in HK they live in oblong boxes too
ReplyDeletedon't you?
ReplyDeleteah to be free of oblongs... what a good old fashion word is oblong and its applications, finally
ReplyDeletewe rest in a box.
Ash does seem more suited to the spirit.
Tanx KK a really provocative piece.