.
“so You don’t have such tied-tight-to-the-base&(i draw circles in the air) dreams?”
“nope” my colleagues shake their heads
“i thought everyone — i mean“
it’s re-occuring
there always is some kind of date,
i need to go/to be somewhere//on time
but cannot find my scattered, sorted, stored away or
just bored in the wardrobe hanging clothes or keys or–
like this morning as i want to leave for work,
rucksack strapped already to my back
“ugh, my headphones”
then the little “will allow to navigate my phone while biking” bag to bind around my waist
heck where did i–?
just-in-case gloves?
the slow-motion blinking cateye for my bike
before 6 i ran the stairs a thousand times already,
slightly out of breath
and late
&L aaaAaaT E!!
“we can psychologically generate a proof-tight profile of your mind now–”
says my colleague
with a twinkle in his eyes
this morning someone told me the sky above Beijing is yellow
from coalfires breathing giddy through a million chimneys
&the picture hangs tight in my mind
like an autumn-storm-torn leaf caught lazy in–
it’s resting
in itself or
in the licorice soft swaying wind
&who am i to tell
“so what about Your dreams?” i ask
all the thousands spreading crawling miles into the northern capital,
3000 years of history tied to her back
the leaf blusHes slightly
context-loose– vermillion-shy
puts his head into the wind’s caressing amber breath
&exits at
Yonghegong station
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