Amongst The Beloved Poem by Antonio Liao

choose not the finger
point the direction of blindness
and feel the rendezvous
of cooled wisdom, where the tired blood
echo in the desert of dunes

tiredness become
the easy sand
to twist, and a feeling great as the
angry laughing heat
capture the burning skin for sweat

count me as your own, thou nothing left
than a cup of fervor of pain in the
disarray of time, where every
dust turn to wind to blow; a wisdom that
never end tell the end of time

look back
what is meant to hurried your time and find
the meaning of your presence …