In the End of The Odds: Such a Song
Carrying a deadly harmony of beauty
So radiant, fresh and soft
by Gongola
Surrounded by oneself
I heard the timer
The rhythm of waking up every hour
Something inside the oven
Stinking rot
And that's not cold
The strange smell of corruption
It's been sneaky all the time
Wait at the only exit of the room
Sunlight casts shadows
Heavy snow is a punishment
Punish the snow people for seeing different thoughts
White without footprints, I firmly
People who think the snow is lonelier than the snow
Beyond the snow, the night sky is incredibly blue
Lamei tired of thinking of the white clouds
And the wind blew, and the snowflakes were cold
Roughly can be depicted as an hourglass
Patiently desolate
The wilderness did not go as planned
Sow winter wheat
I buried some late summer fireflies
I always thought about how to go to the mountains to practice
Including the love of ordinary people who ask for it
It's time to make a break with yourself
I was at Shangri-La that year
I had all my winter beard
Braun shavers often carry continuous bleeding stains
The cheeks in the mirror were finally unrecognizable
A patch of snow drowned the winter
I watched with regret
A black bear in a circus
Be prepared to give it freedom
So much so that I walked so close in a daze
It snored like thunder and was still immersed
In my own world, like sometimes I am
Later the black bear continued to sleep soundly
I stood in the center of the stage and took the place of it to begin at the end
Acting, probably because I'm too tired and too stupid
There was no applause from the audience, and the theater appeared empty
Artist | Works by Maya Hewitt