Typology Poem by Max Zhu
Typology
Facing the waves, with your arms stretched out
You're melting into a typology
Nobody knows what you're thinking, except
the One who made the ocean, your liver, your lung and your heart
Become a sparrow, live in his world and never
worry about tomorrow (Can you do that?) Become a mermaid, swim to Denmark, only to find
Life, sometimes is still dark
You're in typology and typology in you
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