Double Rhyming Poem by Antonio Liao

trolling seems without feet, seeing
thou the eyes is open, yet the breath perfectly
touch the moist of cool winter soul

vividly capture the figure of face, as the
darkness shadow color the day of joy
even it fall down the soil to rest

dying lying in thieves, empty with
pocket something wealthy but the hands
foolishly accompany with powder in the hands

run with no sweat, taste without the tongue,
a stark contrast with contact that ends anywhere
beyond ourselves

let it be real than double standard identity
my brother