Nightmare

Just now, I was in a carriage of Metro Line 7,
which was the last metro tonight. I wish that you
know whereupon worried I was. I cannot bear
to watch a dream of fear swept down on your mind.
It maybe end there, because you were looking at it-
nothing terrible about that, nothing more terrible
than what’s terrible,  when it didn’t exist, and won’t,
because not will exist. Again,  I wish that
you know whereupon worried I was. I catch
your breath amid the display of words.
You will never choose loss, instead of focusing on
how much less you worry. In autumn, no need to
look over your fearful mess and even the shadows
of non-being, dear someone.
Moreover, the stirring of the wind brings no joy,
like something the salt water, still water at a beach
in Sanya. These winds are gentle, or  rather, restrained,
as your destiny, abundance is everyone's fate.

                                    August 21, 2021