IX
I and my ball are
the world
that fits around me perfectly.
I’m turning, I revolve
with the hours rayed on my body
I’m the beardless worm
tightly laid on the mulberry leaf
and out there, what music!
Heavy door latch, heavy cloud
have shut me out
I feel numb, I stop talking
life flows thickly in my mouth
I choke.
I keep motionless
in the whirlwind of motion
I flow
I make the moment rot
in passion.
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