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OBSIDIAN

 

Outpouring from earth’s kernel, there

never was any by-product.

Rupture of the deep, uphowling

substance, awaits definition.

 

It is not a rock but glass; inside

elemental heat and radiance

resisting abruptly cooling atmospheres.

Its unhinged core remained,

pleading naturally the likeness

to mankind's emotion and vanity.

 

How snow white congealed in its black

hardness, turning a bit grayish.

It came from a landscape full of igneous rocks;

it can’t be a lonely thing.

 

Yes, it has low viscosity; thus it seems

weak and immune to crystallization.

Yet water prevented its molecules from breaking down;

as if Apache women's teardrops,

sipping into the earth,

brought forth new seasons.

 

Their color changes with the night breeze,

differing with the to and fro of the ambient wind.

They resonate with the air; nameless,

their cry was heard by wolves.

 

Now it lies on the ground

and might as well make love to the wind.

It also takes the likeness of lizards,

agape at the Moon and Stars.

 

 

Belief soaked with Southern provincial smoky rain

 

What is presumed comes first then what is known; no doubt

facts were derived, possibly by appreciative views

from one perspective.

 

Since all we know can’t be promised, thus I devote the self

to the southern provinces;

Let its misty waterfalls enliven inside,

against everything outwardly,

as they rise and fall, elusive but surely

to become part of the other whole;

Mountains opened up by slow flowing of waters, suddenly let go

of nostalgia, yet they all endure

what must be carried on — the springing green;

There, what is hidden isn’t the habits of its inhabitants

but the necessary pathways.