Su Ben Poet Free verse

Drawing a Picture of You Or Me

I was drawing such a picture, it had no object,
actually it made no difference though
if it becomes you while I was drawing myself
or it becomes me while I was drawing you  

I filled every corner of the canvas with all the colors I have
but there was neither of us found in the composition,  
is it because the canvas is too small? 
In this false reality, as time passes, a heavy layer of fog 
rises to cover the canvas, to obstruct my view

in order to see the other side of the fog 
I bought a canvas higher and wider than the sky
and placed it on an easel, wishing to find your or my face
in there

then poured light and bright colors on the canvas   
to remove the blanket of thick fog, but it didn’t do any good;
I walked though the dense fog searching for you and looking for myself, but all these efforts went for nothing. Only the time passed like rolling water in the great river

then, now, all oils are gone
therefore no way to fill the remaining empty space 
on the canvas and in this space, I saw the shape actually 
formless passing through 

passing the time in such a way,
in the form that is shapeless,
I saw you and me moving along in the crowd 
though I didn’t draw nor you drew, in the blank 
of the canvas.

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