在自然中回歸生命最原初的直覺
Only Light
authorized blankness of wind
in the suffocating instant of something made to burn
outside the window
what once loved me was only light
As if within the wind, details have flown off with the spring swallows. An impression gathers like the coming plum rains.
Gone.
What remains is dim gray-white, combing through time’s tangled hair, waiting for dawn.