Your Emptiness

““Too much Milton and tuberose”.”

To weave an orbit of sapphire

Barricade love and despair

Tilting mirrors of ourselves

To love is to war and to war is to lie

As much as the key openings stutter

Sorrow cascades as dreams do

Trembling reveries to itself

Don’t look but see it through

Culture and darkness is our cloaks

Conjuring blindness like infinite chateau

Within our reach but gradually unfold

Falling astray as ideal shadows

To learn is to lean without words

Wrapped in an entanglement of thorns

To love is to war and to war is to die

Out of the clouds into the smokes

Cultures and darkness is our clothe

Deliriously woven as ideal shadows

I renounce nothing except me

And left everything to you except you

o4, 2021.

By Aran Meredith

An unnamed maid by artist Dong Jinhua. Too Neo-Kantian?