Treasure Island

john tiong chunghoo

(Jan 21,1960 / NEW YORK)

What the eyes dont see


to the eyes, the earth
was once flat until
space proves to us
that it's round and
floating on air

to the eyes, death
is the end of things
until perhaps one day
space again proves
it adds colours to roots
and roundness of existence

the realm opens itself
to us like a bloom

Submitted: Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Edited: Saturday, February 26, 2011

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