Tagged: real

listening to old

listening to old
taiwanese songs in mom’s kitchen,
reaching towards an

old ache, real and imagined,
melancholy in our bones
.
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some things are real, and

some things are real, and
most things are not so real – we
can’t close in on that

elusive tell when we have no
idea what we’re looking for
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: close

when the litter of

when the litter of
spring blossoms crosses canal
street in late April,
a petal or two will stray
into side alleys, searching
for the real chinatown
.
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if we really want

as with everything,

what we see and what

what we see and what
we see are entirely
deviating – light

and dawn, open and closing,
present, both past and future
.
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for every instance

for every instance
we discover the limits
of the real world, we
stumble upon clues
that there could be more
.
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about that which we

about that which we
cannot change –
even perfect
moments have
imperfection
along their seams
.
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in between sleep,

in between sleep,
darkness fingers my
thoughts, conducting
a double blind
taste test – this one,
yes, this one is
real, and
not that one
– and
there is no bias,
no preferred
treatment. even
the first sign of
morning reveals
no answers
.
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sooner or later,

sooner or later,
the line will blur
between real
and imagined –
we all buckle
under a similar
reminisce of
the moon
.
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