.

nature is nirvana. dusk is nirvana. love is nirvana.

there is nothing that’s not paradise.

the night giving birth to a new day. the day giving birth to a new night.

the clouds wading across the lake. the wind wading atop the canopies. I’m wading by the afternoon-the poem wading by me

here I may pray-here you may make your confession. I would inhale the gifts life has given me-payments via the growth and nurture of the beauty of my soul.

beauty is not for rebirth. beauty is for an exchange without propriety. There are some deaths that inevitably live on, and conversely, some lives are quick to diminish in the hearts of humanity.

all that is nature and the vast expanse of the horizon. I will, by all methods gather all…

shut

–

I’m shutting down the afternoon

via the fractured streets

.

I’m shutting down the night

via the scent of sapless wines

.

I’m shutting down the day

via the lifting sunlight

.

I’m shutting down myself

via the palpable darkness

.

I’m shutting down time

via the time passed

.

I’m shutting down love

via a graveyard, the fall

.

September 2020

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đóng

–

tôi đóng lại chiều

bằng con phố rạn

.

tôi đóng lại đêm

bằng hơi rượu khan

.

tôi đóng lại ngày

bằng cơn nắng dậy

.

tôi đóng lại tôi

bằng bóng tối đầy

.

tôi đóng tháng ngày

bằng ngày tháng cũ

.

đóng lại cuộc tình

bằng nghĩa trang, thu

Daily, I live through a tug-a-war between my right and left brain / amongst the mundane programmable numbers, the mathematics, an idea for a portrait or a few lines of poetry. thus.

…

there are verses formed in the middle of composing a poem

a verse just there amongst the dishes

a verse popping out of nowhere during a drive

a verse exiting the wrong exit

a verse composed during a stroll through Paris

a verse born from an escape across the border in Rạch Giá

a verse listening to Leonard Cohen

a verse high on Phạm Duy

a verse pondered through the phở

a verse sprinkled over a napkin

a verse drenched in the shower

a verse watchful on the internet

a verse wandering around the neighbourhood of an afternoon

a verse…