sappy eyes

this time last year by this door*

translated by PLS

it must be the climate, that breeds

the sappy view, allowing many a night

to infiltrate each other, borders blurred

the scent of bitter bamboo shoots strip the old year, this forest

endows time to another person with imagined silence

upon the tender green light, believing in the truth of dew

over treetops the desire of fruits reemerges, so much like

the subconsciousness that brims and cramps. right now

i am no isolated emptiness, but the secret

countless blooming periods glimpsed across the twigs

*from a poem written by Cui Hu, a Chinese poet of the Tang dynasty.

2. Sappy Eyes - 杰