- Vol. 07
- Chapter 02
Image by Mae Mu
The unbearable lightness of being
Ears half in,
I'm afloat, undulating on the minute
For clouds strung pendulous,
lightness comes with a duty at the end of the noose.
What is a freefall
when not poisoned by a drop
As a spider squatting upside-down,
how will I bear the silken weight of the web?
The final poem comes
holding on to the eaving
breath in a susurrus
the only secret in a life
the sweetness of first milk hovers like a presence
among the various ominous aerial metaphors
for air-borne diseases like forgetting
if there was a choice, as if.