#melpath

Hear the grass sing.

Sky-High Angel

Seems like my beloved soul was unlikely to find a permanent shelter on this earth…

Write about death

Describe in the poem what you feel, concerning death

In the face of death, I’m like an animal

And the animal can die, but write nothing

The words die like flies

Their corpses everywhere, swept away from the white paper

Give the dirt a little room

“You’re back. I can tell you’ve been inside.”

“By my eyes?”