Snow geese in the light of morning sky，

exactly at the start of spring. I was

looking through the cracks of the blinds at my future which seemed

absent of parades， for which I was grateful，

and only yesterday

I watched what an April wind could do

to a body wrapped in silk，

though I turned my eyes away，

the way the teacher says，

once the beauty was revealed.

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How long it takes to die， in the fifty-fifth year

is what I thought about today.

I told some truths so large， no one could bear to hear them.

I bow down to those who could not hear the truth.

They could not hear the truth because they were afraid

that it would open a veil into nothing.

I bow down to that nothing. I bow down to a single red planet

I saw in the other world's sky，

spinning，

as if towards some

fleshy inevitability.

I bow down to the red planet. I bow down

to the noisy birds， indigenous to this region.

Only sorrow can bend you in half

like you've seen on those whose loves have gone away.

I bow down to those loves.