Writing In The Smog, A Sonnet Poem by Henry Tong

Dawn unveils dazzling brilliance in a glance,
As surging afflatus bypass my hand;
How short for me to seize glowing sunrise,
Against reincarnation of dark night?

Nameless shade, in bewilderment,impairs
My muffled stars, like phantom, disappears.
I weigh down the lightness, the smog enfolds;
It dulls out the brightness, which I behold.

Lift the mask, in this false masquerade;
Life is but in blue smog the smogless grace.
Which minds akin would meet lofty face,
Have 'tis voyage-stainèd in hasty pace.

Who frees himself from lies must bear the whine,
As the nation grows grace in smog with guise.