When I typed my name x z shao,
I forgot to swift to English input,three Chinese characters appeared on my screen:
雪在烧, “the snow is burning”.
What a nice poetic line
beyond my wildest whim.
My eyes were glued to it,
so I wrote it down.
My mind returns to it over and over again.
Am I the snow burning?
Or I will make the snow burn?
Is it a revelation to me by chance?
Or I was made to try this improbability?
As I ponder,
my eyes wells.
Can you see a forest of snow candles
light up the night sky,
and their white tears drop
like the milk from the sea
of the deepest turmoil
and the maddest ecstasy?
Afternoon, November
21, 2010
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