Freedom

We knew that was a shit.

A beautiful dog’s shit.

We kept silent.

Buyers never knew.

We gave it freely;

Elephant shit was promised in return;

We were happy;

That would be bigger.

What a barter!

Big shit for a small shit.

After all, does that matter?

We always get it,

From here or there.

Waste turned poison over many years;

Shitting is freedom.

Expel it.

Shitting is ecstasy.

Where does it escape?

One place to another;

One form to another.

That’s quite a transformation. 

Glow Like Sun

He can’t absorb light.

Stubborn like a stone.

Nor reflector like a mirror.

Opaque to the core.

Shadows everywhere.

In the end,

I could meet transparent stones;

Some of them were translucent

Luminous enough,

Smiling enough,

Opaque’s had reasons.

Reasons of dark,

Empty past.

Roots of empty

Dark meaningless rings.

Opaque: Meaningless is evocative.

Meaning is meaningless.

Transparent:  My dear pass through me

Translucent:  Kiss me and glow like sun.