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White Time
White Time
I walked leisurely all day and night
looking for the white flower
no birds,
no trees,
no stirring in the dull roots
no fragrance in the earth,
only nothingness
in the sky
I moved leisurely all day and night
refilling the vacant time
no clock,
no centre,
only nothingness
in the white time
I explored the life all day
remained static and stagnant,
no endless chatters
no poems
no words between the lines
only nothingness
on the abandoned roads
I met the death every time
dying alone on the wide shore
no love,
no communication
no galvanizing night
only nothingness
into the oozing-eyes
I bruised my soul every now and then
bleeding heart
splotches of blood
no crutch,
no home
only nothingness
in the vast sea
I left my home forever
my life is a serial disaster
no rain
no desire
only nothingness
in the void time
I fought a war with my grappling soul
and scattered myself like the faded flowers
all flowers are dead now
all days are bare now
no redolence in the red roses
no rain from the lonesome heaven
only the nothingness
in the far off mountains
I defiled the sacred light
no mizzly rain upon the empty windows
no pattern in time
no music in the margin of rivers
only nothingness
diffused in purple sea
I spoiled the wholesome life
in seeking something
no emptiness
no love
no joy
only nothingness
in the eyes of lonesome evening
I have seen life in death
and death in life
willing to die
but unwilling to survive
I do not know where to meet the night
I do not know where to meet the day
no pain
no conflict
no topsy-turvydom
only nothingness
in the home of white flower
