Cinemyths

|魏伯阳

Waves sway the junk,

I just wind,

my lone crit ––––

the one and the two,

like twinkle night.

Mom lulls me,

while I string the beam along stars

–

Till,

the gong wave

found the junk,

I just wind,

my lone crit.

Mom says,

“Mommy brought your seeing from seas brought your beginning.

Sweetness came to the sky,

mommy through that starry.“

–

Afterwards,

while mom whispers to stars,

I just wind,

mom’s crit.

I wonder,

“As mommy stays longer,

will the year stay further?”

I lost one small crit,

to have one tremendous junk lost its owner.

My lone sailor,

my lone captain.

–

Sail to that starry night of silence.

Sail to the silence in yours.

—— 2019.05.17