I’ve been dreaming
of descent into madness
an opus to kiss or kill
an embrace or rejection
of whatever precious beats
are left of my life’s journey

one moment I’m drowning
in a cesspool of regrets
next moment I soar high
among the heroes of rebellion
onward I screamed to the army
of seekers of a better way

decades of oppressed desires
rising and stirring up trouble
I may be covered by sweat
as anxiety fills my existence
yet I continue to dig deeper
to liberate dreams abandoned

hong kong nights, 2015

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