River on Baltic Sea

0. Lying sideways in the sofa bed

I owned the city high view but tasted none of its nightlong vibrancy.

Endless hiking on streets, money spending on things were supposed to make you special and unique.

But I found the most special words in cumulus clouds, mirror-smooth lakes, and mural-still forests.

Drunk on my own fantasy as I sank naked into a kip.

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1. Parallel hangovers

A deep, phytoncidin voice trailed its way from my paralysed toes to cheeks.

A slight convulsion woke me before I sweated out all my insecurities.

A long time had passed before I noticed the rock to be hard and soft underneath.

The world made no sense at all as I saw the city profile reflected on a lake surface.

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2. The quack cut off the lingering tipsiness

The duck sliced through the illusion, followed by a giant rippling scissor.

The sedation was given and the sediments were back to their natural positions.

The forest drapery hung high on the firmament and the lake painted them upside down in holy dabs.

I sat up inside my sober sanctuary, pampering the bird with food I shared willingly.

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3. You are the reason

Yet the fading stupor was quickly replaced by another intoxication.

Born among the floating turfs, you broke through the aphrodisiac liquor and stood there in the shallow water.

Your ripped body a promising sapling, diffusing seeds and scents slowly in the pulsing air.

Entering my lung, into my blood stream. The desire swelled and boiled under the morning sun.

I had no choice but to reenter the depth of indulgence, quenching the flames in a repetitive manner.

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Bruce Wu

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