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a poem

I’ve been thinking again
of time touching time
Of being drawn in, relentlessly
into the human condition
The words that weigh so heavily on my heart
Life is so unfair the way
you know how a perfect world
seems just within reach before
eclipsing into, silence
But as I ride under the moon and stars
Tiny toy bus through glittering towers
never has my insignificance felt more significant
Just a speck of a heart dancing though the cosmos

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a poem

It’s strange how
Some things are so universal
Across the world I see the same houses
the same windows, the same hopes
and dreams of the past and the future
we go back and forth
within the limits of our selves
pacing
the language is different but the rules are
the same yet the game is played so
differently, is this globalization or
convergence or does the difference even matter?
I don’t recognize any of the trees anymore
But they grow the same
and so do I

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a poem

we live in different cities now.
I am on a train between two cities
I’ve never been to
people, houses, pastures, lakes
I count the trees and the minutes
until my arrival
at some point I cross an imaginary line
where my life will depend
on having the right combination
of printed codes and letters
push me forward
whether I am ready or not
here I come anyway

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a poem

springtime.
a time of chance encounters.
the cherry blossoms are blooming here already, but not yet where you are.
surprise, love passionately,
/uncertainly.
I wonder,
/will our conversations slowly fade away, petals on the wind?
/our breaths, once halting, warming with every passing sunrise?
or,
/will the roots in our ground hold strong
/crossing the distance
/of us together
but apart.

Victor Yin

Victor Yin

he/him. human geographer, writer, journalist, thot theorist, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 quirky twink, force of chaos, plant parent, and activist 🏳️‍🌈