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Just Waiting

 

Fear is the Door;

Fear is the

Tightly closed Door.

You are waiting--

Maybe, it is just a slight

Breeze;

Or maybe, you don’t know

-- the Doors,

-- the Ways:

The Explode,

Or:

The Dark

--'s Aesthetics

--'s Loneliness

--'s Death

Or the Music

--'s Fear

--'s Space:

-- the Door, is opening!

Influx

-- Fleeing out,

It is a Door

A tightly closed,

Door.

 

But

 

You are waiting:

You are waiting.

 

Just waiting

You are sitting on a train

And sceneries change

Outside the window

Sandro’s dancing

And washing veggies

And cook

The charming steps and the perplexing dance

You are waiting

But what are you waiting for?

Vanishing --

Occurring --

Of all existence

Of the ALL.

 

 

Xin Li

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