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In summer, there is a late farewell

Summer
In a hot day
I waved at you
Saying good-bye
I sent you a picture
In that I was a young monk
Sitting at the edge of a cliff
Watching over the world beneath

I've sit there
For many years alone
I used to be swallowed
By the thick black clouds
It was absolutely a nightmare
The flashing thunders exploded around
I was almost digested, by the awesome Sky
However I am still alive, in high solitude

I was a monk
In this colorful
World. I met you
The other day in street
Your piano was vibrating
A kind of voices I've seeked
For a long time, in my whole life
You smiled, brought in a danger then

I was dizzy
In this world of
Audio-visual illusion
You created it, and SMILE
I was then sticked to the earth
Could not climb back my home mountain
I looked at you in amazing. You are SILENT
The whole world even speaks no word, in favor of you

(Voice of the metaphysic Observor :
What a long journey since then
The cosmos has spinned up and down
PanGu was born and then died for many times
The universe lost its direction and in Great Chaos
...)

Today
I am leaving
It is in fact a tearing
After a long time hesitating
I inject a space around of my being
That is an insulator, keeping me safe
>From the other side of the vaccume glass
I then pass you a sweet smile as a farewell

 7/5/99 5:55pm Manhattan

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