Red Letter
a patch of red intentions
with seemingly ordinary shape and size
about to slip out of my sweaty desires
in my bleak twisted fantasy
the dots of doves
are swaying in a fall of crimson
rain unloved
slackly sealed with a zebra depiction,
a Bengal tiger colourway,
a messenger of the actuality that I couldn't have rode the other way
as if it could be for anyone, replaceable
your writing is the most flavorful painting
but blasphemy to my tastes
how much i yearned for those brief but weighty words
that 3 word statement
that 8 character declaration
but the end was just like
the end of a favour
“thank you, and good bye”
*
Accident
Fiction hit
The fact hard, and ran
With truth per se
Being the only witness
All That Is Solid Melts into Air
All that is liquid flows into data. All
That is conceptual evaporates into cybospace. All that
Is genetic/ scientific condenses into an algorithm
All that is artistic /spiritual/cultural disperses into
Digital being. All that is human evolves into story
π
let it
be the predetermined constant
in human algebra, or simply
happiness
(or wisdom?)
the ratio of a lifetime’s length L
to its spiritual growth S is then:
π = L/S
that is, if happiness is something fated, fixed
the more spiritual growth you attain
the longer you would live
0.618
Like the Confucian principle
Of the Golden Mean
The ideal (optimisation)
Times this magic number
Yields the best
& most practical solution
Just a bit above the average
You can enjoy the benefits
Of all the possible best
While avoiding their pitfalls
Bionote
Allen Qing Yuan, author of Traffic Light, is a 2-time Pushcart and 2-time Best of the Net nominee. A co-editor of Poetry Pacific, Allen works as a junior accountant in Vancouver. Since grade 10, Allen has had poetry appear in more than 70 literary publications across 16 countries, which include Cordite Poetry Review, Literary Review of Canada, Poetry Scotland, Shampoo and Spillway.
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