FALLEN STAR FROM HEAVEN
LINING DOWN BUT NO HAND IS THERE
HOPELESS TOUCHING THE UNKNOWN
BARREN LAND, LAND CALLED "CHILDLESS"
NO FAMILY, NO FRIENDS
STANDING THERE HUGGING THE LONGLINESS
NOT GREEN ENOUGH TO BE CALLED GRASS
NOT TALL ENOUGH TO BE CALLED PINE TREE
NEITHER FERTILE TO BUY NOR WATER TO DRINK
COMMOM ROCKS LAUGH 'TILL TEARS OVERFLOW
BUT MOON IS NOT BOTHERED BY A BARKING DOG
DEGRADATED BY EVERY FEET, REMAINS THERE UNSHAKEBLE
RAIN PASS BY EVERY YEAR TO MOVE
ITS FEETS AND STREACH ITS SHOULDERS
DUST RELEASE ITS TOWEL TO CLEAN, BUT NEVER CLEAN
WIND FORCE IT TO DANCE DOWN THE SLOPE
LIKE A LOST SHEEP IN THE WILDERNESS
SHEPHARD IGNORANTLY HURLED IT TO AN EXOTIC WORLD
A BLESSED BLACK HANDS MAKE BEADS OF IT
SOLD LOW LIKE JOSEPH TO EGYPT, ITS VALUE NOT KNOWN
THOSE WHO HAVE KNOWLEDGE HANG IT ON THEIR NECK
AND ARE CALLED RICH
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