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—The Sense of Sight With No Ending Point—

it was early in the morning a sailboat anchored in the harbor 
awakened from the deep sweet dream yawns and stretches 
its arms to drive away black and thickened curtains over head

far away across the ocean the mountains lying at the edge of 
the water kisses and mingles with the sky that is blue and bright

when the crystal blue sky expands to unlimited eternity
the colorless clouds appear and form their shapes to their will
then dye a corner of the sky with the stained brushes

the water came from many valleys gather together
flow into a river then rushes and falls into bottomless basin of 
a waterfall broken into hundreds of thousands of tiny clear water beads
 
when the water becomes mist
tiny beads embrace each other and fly into the air flapping 
gorgeous wings and shaking his brilliant silvery mane like 
a whit sparking Pegasus

once Pegasus flies into the air he glides in the circles for a moment then he folds his magnificent wings as a wounded Phoenix then he dashes into the water and vanishes away

while the water lies in the inlet the glaring sunlight 
keeps throwing unquenchable flames to dissolve the rocks 
on the shore and the water into burning ashes

when it’s time for sundown and the lonely man walks away 
from the shore all those brilliant colors lose their glories 
and turn into colorless darkness

the water and the rocks also change their shapes
from the original form to burning ashes then time masses 
and ashes become cold and gray 

the blazing Phoenix rises from the ashes and flies away 
in the foggy air to return to the island that is in the midst 
of the ocean yet no one has ever seen

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