When Dust and Light Meet

When spring comes I live in a pillow, a pillow buries lots of dreams I spread these dreams and let them Flow into my body, Like In an endless marsh Endless power comes from nowhere Could be the shockwave of the earth When springs comes My brain lives in the sea No idea whether the sea has cells Blood vessels or skin A big mouth Munching all things it likes No idea if the waves Are the beating of its heart When spring comes Me and sea exchange our dreams Just like Two hearts into one I crushed all dreams into powder like dust I drank them all, including the sea In this way, all the dreams are eaten my me But I have no idea all of these Are the consequence of my insomnia or spring rhapsody