I never know how to zigzag
the trace behind is very shallow
primitive
"YOU ARE lack-of-intelligence!"
In those sleepy afternoons I always talk with my ancestors
in the splendid prehistoric timelessness they live
the orange sky and white sea and giant black eyes
the world used to be full of mysteries and myths and legends
they love and fight with instinctive voices
honglonghonglonghonglong achachach heychoheychochochichichi
I almost forget that meandering is the story billions years later
oh just forget it
they are in my little organs
my dear friend
if one day you find the bone of iron
don't forget to tell me
as you you may know
I always believe that is my lost soul
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