How an originally beautiful place, can become, hell, after a, disaster, struck…translated…
Like Being Caressed by Jazz
Surrounded
Living in a
Bluer than Blue
Slower than Slow, Town
All the Time Entered into, the Speed of Slower Living
A Sort of Leisure
A Beautiful Daze
before, this was what Hualien looked, like...a tourist attraction site...photo from online...
The Oceans, Sitting, Perfectly Still
With Every Ray of Light, with the Words
Seeping Through, and Starting
The Sounds of Wind that Came with the Waves
A Subtraction Problem
All the Noises Within
Those Worries Kept, Afloat in the Tip of the Hair Strands
Calculated into the Purified
Flowing, Stanzas of Poems
The Rhythm of You Wandering
Breathing in the Many Tempos
Eating at Your, Reduced Desires
Along with the Dreams that Grew More & More Lucid with Time
Every Street that's Mild & Clean
A Wild Vocal Noises
The Dwellers of the Cities, Felt Their Sorrows, Sweetly
The Flairs of the Seas
And there's that Nostalgia that's, Dented Already
Facing that Enormous Ocean
In the Stare of the Goddess of Mercy
Stopping the Flustered Machines
Stop Getting Kidnapped by Many Forms Awareness, the Senses
Returned to the Featherweight of Hualien
Returning the Flesh, the Blood Back from Those, Remains
and this, was what the place, became, post 4/3...photo from online
The Rebirthed
And You're, no Longer, Far-Away
You are, the Depths of the Souls
That Music that, Danced.
This is on the earthquake last week that's occurred in Hualien, and, how people are still, buried, and waiting to be rescued, holding tightly, to their, dear lives, and, some will be spared, some won't……….
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