Poetry

Those osmanthus blossoms fell were left behind fell became still frames fell became the tree's shadow fell Those branches and trunks fighting fell I was so foolish I mixed up the two flowers For over a decade because the osmanthus scent was too strong Cold air rises To this day reconstructing vast typologies Beautiful feathers and fragile plastic threads Crocheted holiday window displays We merely repeated the words

I cannot help but do arithmetic Everything on earth Simply exists I gaze at that greenhouse History begins now Along with its perfectly humid air I imagine cabbages growing inside All the original flowers have withered When I write down moments of pity What else has sprouted?

setcpm(160/4) I wanted to make NewJeans but end up with Mario //$:s("hh bd rim hh bd"*8) // gain("<.3 .7 .5 .1>"*8) //.n("<[0 1]>"*8) //.room("<.3 .1>") //._spiral() // .bank("<RolandTR808 RolandTR909>") //.note("<D G C F>") // $:s("bd rim bd bd rim hh ") $:s("bd(4,8,6)").bank("<RolandTR808 RolandTR909>") // $:s("bd").casio(3) Sound of space I lost my watch // $:s("<casio casio casio insect>") $:chord("Fm Bb").bank("tr505").note("<D G C F>") // $:sound("insect").n(".1") Kamen rider was inspired by many kinds of these //$drums: stack(so do I //s("bd:3") .beat("0,8,10"16) // ._spiral()I like it when I can see $:chord("<F Am Dm BbM7>") missing my old guitar I dont know what this one means //.voicing top note <= anchor .sound("gm_epiano1") .n("2") .room(.7) .adsr("0.8:0.5:0.3:0.2") $:note("<C C A A F3 D F3 D>*8") .sound("gm_music_box") It’s like a game .n("4") Chat failed to help me let energy = slider(1,0,1) let rytm = ["1 -!3 -1 - 1 1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1"] $:note("<C C A F4 A E C E A C E F4>") .s("sine") .struct(pick(rytm, "<0 1>")) //$:drums: stack() There was a hallway (“looping of my own voice”) It’s called uncanny I guess//

Give me your most treasured stationery It has a pitch Like every sound dose Perched beyond the buildings The hardest part is finding the source of cicada songs Living inside a pencil case Snapping sounds always shatter the still warmth DorAemon mechanical pencil A+ A minor A coincidence You interrupted my performance Just like a butterfly fluttering its wings I'm too lazy to bother sounding beautiful Which nerve got crossed? Creating a continuous sine That wave is lily of the valley Why does thinking of it make me secretly sad? That wave is the elephant slide's trunk He picks up the phone on the ground with his trunk I don't mind his snot That wave is autumn. Wheat grows toward the other end. Should I slowly realize Or become a lightning bolt no one can catch? Steam spreading from underground Until it reaches here Means I've wasted too much time. Leaves bow and clap in applause. Everything leaves its mark.

TO: The parrot from the coffee shop vanished two weeks ago Since then, I've bumping into them more often When crossing the overpass, I linger a little longer Someone did something similar in a movie, didn't they? Taking photos at the bank, weird request— my last message to you If I had one more chance, I'd invite you to grab more food I realize we only ever had those cheap, inauthentic meals— Northern-style Malatang and Japanese-Italian fusion. Happy New Year. White feathers, orange-yellow cheeks. Two weeks later, the parrot returned. “No, they just look alike.” “They just look alike.” White streetlights against a blue sky backdrop Just seeing this image makes it instantly recognizable as Beijing I never realized those lights were so tall before

Fireworks Bricks My teeth and nails Body and socks White Suspicious ashes on the ground Beginning to loosen A stabbing pain starts from the center The floor felt the movement of chairs and tables And now it’s my ear’s turn to ache 天涯明月 If I pick up my pen, then the moon is a red bean It's not the curtains rustling, it's the song that plays whenever it rains Indigo on her skirt Indigo is just another shade of blue In the misty city's port, the immortal warrior approaches me from the greenhouse. I cannot master that lightness skill—To leap with grace Yet fall heavy with the rain Simply because the river's current doesn't suit my feet Echo I lost my voice I have my throat but I don't say what I say everything I say is imitation I say what you say exactly I don't feel that way I don't need to feel that way just say it just say it in your own voice you are doing the same dose comma in Chinese actually make sense Red beans lie hidden in my pillow; tonight I'll find them in my dreams, simmer them for three or five hours, then hastily drink them down come morning.

Scraped knee, edges Souvenirs on windowsill from Christmas. Hudson River Yangtze River Red curve indicates errors, on my laptop Light falls upon the ripples, then repeats Red dots flashing at different frequencies Military parade live streaming, 10 seconds Your words inspired me Woods on transparent paper A suit is a cage, sometimes A white bead, a broken bracelet—another one, found. Mushroom, mushroom, finger mushroom Too cute Leave behind a message You don’t have to speak in Cantonese to sing in Cantonese Hot glue contains.