The Wayfarer's Missing Jigsaw Piece

Cast aside the corrugated images of the night,
Sing to me the sweet songs of yestermorn.
The paths at the crossroads are well-tread;
Scratched my feet on the jagged rocks
But made sure the cuts were not too deep.
Why is this pocket so shallow
And full of coins?
Dare to disarm, dare to die;
Dare to
Send a bagful of keys to the caged sparrow in distress
Mute the screaming trees in your head
As you plunge into the rapidly rushing torrents of instincts
Break the threads within
And feel.

peishan