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My illusion-burdened heart flicker

s Myriad dreams straggling

Candle light invites my back-figure

onto the wall 'n I face what I appear

Chime clock di-di-da-da-di-di-da-di-da

In lethargic tone he tells me

his 24-hour-loneliness from morn till eve

Palpitation's sonorous intonation

can sonata no melodious or harsh

music witch makes me excited bravo-hurrah-ugh

A long-closed reclusive window

is the self-respected face of an aged spinster

awaiting a somebody calling Open Sesame

with a feverish 369° ardor

Sesmare opens the door then I find

I become the master of a steed encountered

not even once in a millennium

To seek 'n pursue U'd better

start earlier before G. M. T.

Mount 'n whip but make sure before prancing

to have perused Philosopher Lian-Bu-Huang's

masterpiece

that says: A sesmare is not a real horse

When U r wise enough to understand that

a sesmare is not a real horse

U'll discover comprehendingly

what's more comfortable than a saddle

is a chair under your buttocks (Ohhh,yeah)

Oh yeahyeahyeah though not so yeah

like the monotonous tune of a love song

that a misanthropic man

sing to a thousand & one lasses separately

When no sound is here or there

U contemplate like a molded plaster

'n candle light the strong acid dissolve U

into void

The man in the mirror in front of U

with whom U feel familiar

standing & staring circumspectly a

s if insepecting an unearthed artifact i

s no where to be found again

Then the mirror is really a mirror now

just as U r now really yourself

who know not what U r 'n what state U r in

Unmelodious knocks on the ding-dong door

crack 'n crush the hard-iced shell of heart-egg

with muffled music

The motion of a standing-up reduce the dimensions

of all scenes in the house

The door's opened 'n nobody's found