i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

but eternal.

reflecting inward and outward,

creating in form and in verse,

hung in the window and in the ear,

splayed across the floor and across the sky,

inked on the arm and on the mind.

i am chasing

the conundrum of you having left and left these behind

and having never gone away ever.

the dialectic of a brokenness that calls attention to itself

in order to point out that which eradicates itself.

the paradox of a law that condemns in order to shine the truth

of grace into the hearts of the condemned.

i am chasing after the beauty that is

the traces of You

in this world,

that show me of

the world beyond.

today i am wondering

美了沒？

沒了美？

兩者都是。