Literacy

We had poems and tea leaves
were unfurled in the pot.
I wonder if I thought
it was in Karma, it wasn't
lost but lost. Good/Bad.
With different pages and
bad modernity, it's fucked up.
(In Chinese philosophy, perchance
be deemed a baser, if I incline
my thoughts downwards?)
I stayed silent, trying to
understand it. Events---
Everything is gorgeous mixed with
strife, shapes our life.
Poetry sings of aspirations.
In a digital age.

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