Design Poem by john tiong chunghoo

it blossoms away like a flower
and us opening a new book
petal after petal, line by line
we live through them
each breath till the last
so well constructed
it takes a short
circuit or a lapse
of the mind to help
reality come forth
a recital is best without
ourselves instructing
each finger move
between them
death slips to and fro
until its final moment comes
out of the shell comes
a struggling chick
wonders where
the world it has
popped out from and into
a lapse of the mind
is timed for reality to set
life into tune
to and fro we slip
between the fingers
of the creator