SHU TING'S EXISTENCE

Altercations
from your lines
of your tiny mouth
from betrayed oranges
and the photos
dead upon the rocks
submerge by the sea
fallen as ladders
and angelic rains shower
when the gesture of boats
overturns at first light
as a thousand sting rays
rise up your imagination
the second movement
suddenly devours the music
at your thin hand
against the wind's will
in a mutant mirage
of time circling
what will free you
at daybreak
the thunder returns
in the crescendo
and a fiery sun
clings and leaves us
breathless but alive.