【Poems｜English Version】The Design of Shadows

"The Design of Shadows"

We are fragments of stars.

If the universe is a hologram,
we embody every line of its code.

In a world where time does not flow,
we would hold its birth and death in a single glance,
and cherish the gentle swaying born of gravity.

As the code unfolds,
we would see every possibility
and the very logic of the cosmos.

Traveling through countless space-times,
we would come to know
that we are the universe itself.

I long to scoop up the fragments
drifting down the river of time,
and show them the vista they belong to.

II

Within that breath,
a single thread of heat mingled,
trailing away like smoke before vanishing.

When the heat reappeared,
it held its silhouette into the distance,
intersecting with ribbons of warmth that followed it.

Following its path,
the heat responded, shifting course,
until it became a vortex at the focal point.

Swirling, creating, colliding—vortices at will.
Arms extending from the whorls, connecting,
the heat surging back and forth between them.

What has happened?

A gasp held, then exhaled—
and all at once, they began to radiate.

Those arms kept stretching, kept connecting,
until a web draped across the entire sky.
The pulsation of heat echoes through the universe,
resonating on and on.

III

Deep in the abyss of the ocean,
there lies a small trench—
a narrow trench stretching on and on,
cleaving across the seabed.

When I feel the secret current flowing there,
I realize its vibrations
are minutely trembling the sea.

When I sense its color,
I know it to be a memory of something
from a long, long time ago.
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A puddle reflects the sky.
A raindrop reflects the world.

When I fling the gathered water into the air,
it spins into a sphere.
Within each one, a world exists.

Countless worlds
burst upon my face.
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Hands reached out
do not touch, yet something flows.
Less a feeling, more an energy.

A temperature passing between fingertips;
sometimes, a heartbeat dwells there.
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Under the midsummer sun,
we are struck blind.

For we cannot decipher
the language of light.
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A glass bottle of intricate relief
hides its silhouette within the shimmer.
It is by the shadow
that we come to know its design.

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