Poem for December, Part V

Albert Chang
False light, oh ye false light,

Thy bosom that gather in the fields of buttercups,

As paneled light that speaks in tomes,

The drops of sweat that stain the silks,

As rupture and rapture intertwine,

The snow plays, oh pitter, oh patter,

As twin burials, as twin burials,

As our exploration of ideas on this planet,

Intertwine, with their incomplete halves,

As figure eights meet infinity,

As four wheeled dragons, age and grow forgetful,

The light, where does it shine?

Published by Albert Chang

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