john tiong chunghoo

(Jan 21,1960 / NEW YORK)

Illusions


Illusions
----
boundless space
what i see
what i cannot see
what i see when
i open my eyes
what i see
when i close my eyes
a morass of black
boundless
inside, outside
between them
this bundle
that summons
all the boundaries,
limitations
real, imagined
the only time
when reason aches
the brain
solutions
names, categories
boundless worlds
worlds within worlds
i see all the animals
creatures,
exhibiting a fragment
of my character
and for a moment
think that they are
human parts
projected onto another plane
that ricochet back to our senses
to awaken us of our baser selves
how faithful the dog is
how intelligent the dolphin
how indolent the sow
how naughty the monkey
there are those who want
to have them all into themselves
animal, animal, animal

Submitted: Sunday, October 23, 2005
Edited: Sunday, October 23, 2005

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