Churning Mind
Starry night fell
Upon a child’s breath
Chest moved slowly
Like sponges in blue sea
Numbers were still
Characters were lopsided
Who could save the little cicada
Stuck on the tip of bamboo rod
Churning mind
I once got
Didn’t know how to draw
My favorite owl
Black or white
Where to dab
The symbol hid underneath
A well-developed skull
You know
I was also a prodigy
A star with a golden heart
Never too late to win
The game between future and past …
Written By JerSki BjorkSen
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