On the street of last year
a voice steps on the sorrow of moonlight
Tonight, in the memory of a candle
water and fire stretch the wheat awn at the same time
The scenes in front and back of stairs
simultaneously taken in by different eyes
The night melts
The coffee pours into a white cup
The moon slides
A cube of sugar added to black coffee
The mood freshly sewn up
is snipped by the twitter of dawn
and deduced to two mono colors or two persons
One is setting free of the morning light from hands
The other is holding the shadow of bed
An apple and a pear bite each other
spit out the other’s seed
We seamlessly enter into each other
but have to get out eventually
After a big loop we are still
the separated Yin and Yang
firmly black and white