Focused on the tunnel
Separation and above
Veins twist to the clock watch
Wooden shadows push the hands
Watch cover glove
Curved neck of three is one
And one is two by light is three
More vibrant than reflection
As wing and body of the bee
And thus make twice
Both three and three
Chiseled I am weak if not by glance
At squeak and in air passed
And o’er heir vast
Still the lines
Cast the dark
Post of bamboo shoot and spark
Neither I nor time nor place
Breathe the breath between this space
Lest the face should be erased
Left for bitterness to chase
© GÄ
Poétique 