Mist

At night, you are a speaker,
the Walls,
and the dim light,
in which the approaching shadows
climb up the glass like a mist.
At noon,as a place
where the wholeness is broken,
and all the people under the sun
long to drown.
You are seeking for the origins in a wine cup
as if obeying somebody’s summon:
"Only one can understand me,
but maybe he doesn’t really."


by:    Ni zhijuan