Saturday, September 30, 2017

Journey to the West

The skin of the globe peeled off
In a continuous curl
Extending the day
Far, far away in the west.

Seeing my chance, I started
Driving out that growing map,
Delighted to know
Either worlds could be revised

Or my world had been a dream.
I never reached the sunset.
I never came back.

Each moment was another
Without returning,
Far, far away in the west.

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