Treasure Island

john tiong chunghoo

(Jan 21,1960 / NEW YORK)

Design


it blossoms away like a flower
and us opening a new book
petal after petal, line by line
we live through them
each breath till the last
so well constructed
it takes a short
circuit or a lapse
of the mind to help
reality come forth
a recital is best without
ourselves instructing
each finger move
between them
death slips to and fro
until its final moment comes
out of the shell comes
a struggling chick
wonders where
the world it has
popped out from and into
a lapse of the mind
is timed for reality to set
life into tune
to and fro we slip
between the fingers
of the creator

Submitted: Thursday, March 27, 2014
Edited: Thursday, March 27, 2014

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