Anatomy of seven

Grass is wet. Hengshan blues. Solitude is looking at the morning? So is love of love. Ancient geometry! Do you remember, when it rains and the angles pass through the bows? Wind is mad. But I should here watch the water. When the wind is strong it's time to go inside the earth.

May be earth is sleeping under water. May be water is roaring. And gentle is water! May be water is heavy. May be water can’t feel the pain. So I became a cave. Darkness fills inside. Morning plays song. Afternoon dreams in front of trees. The wind becomes wild and tunes into murmur.

There was an old Chinese couple selling fruits in a trolley. A policeman snatched the trolley and the couple begged him to return their capital. The couple with their old steps were almost running after the policeman.

It’s not power. It’s not strength. Not merely weakness. I felt oneness. As if my heart is lying on the road and a pedestrian crushed it with the shoes. I felt one with the old man and lady. I became their son(g).

Music is whirling up. I shout with joy. My body becomes two pieces. And they go inside themselves.