Touch it: it will not shrink the same way as the eye

Touch it: it will not shrink the same way as the eye.
The scope of this oval, clear as a tear.
Here yesterday, last year ─ ─
Distinct color palm and lily buds in a broad
No wind in the tapestry of knitting.

Lightly pressed glass with a nail:
It will sound like a slam China's chimes, as long as the air a little Move
While no one in between looking up or willing to answer.
Residents are as light as a cork;
All the endless busy.


Their feet, the waves bow in single file,
Never testily into:
Stay in the air,
For short rein, scratching foot forward as the horses in the Review field.
Head, decorated with tassels of the clouds are sitting, luxury


Such as the Victorian seat. This family
Valentine-like faces are to please the collector:
Look real, like the good china.
Relatively simple landscape elsewhere.
Continuously cast off the lights, dizzying.


A woman into the shadow of the traction ring
Around the bare, hospitals saucer.
Like most of the moon, or a blank paper
As if some mysterious assault suffered.
She still alive.


With nothing like the bottle of the fetus,
Abandoned house, the sea, flat pressed into picture
Her multi-dimensional body can not enter.
Sad and sullen, was get rid of,
To go by her.


The future is a gray seagull
With its cat-like voice muttered to leave, leave.
Age and fear, like the nurses generally take care of her,
A drowned man, complaining that the extreme cold,
Getting up from the sea.