china

while i was scaling pagodas,
sliding down the backs of dragons,
all i did was imagine, immortalize

the truth of you.
fleeting and fallacious, the foil to
me, a flailing fool
running across water, over rooftops,
balancing, like
a clumsy concubine falling at the emperor's
feet, paper door skin and
wood carving veins,
rouge lips tilted
to a rogue's face with the defiance
of a warrior who fights

the way my head spins silk stories,
i found a scroll that said
"dynasties may crumble upon the weight of one"

(now i know i'd be better off to run)
while phoenixes are reborn,
shed feathers swallowed by the sun.

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wrote this in july i'm guessing, can't quite remember. but i can't do much better. wish i could. can't think of anything to write about really. doesn't matter.