When life puts you on the chopping block,

Please silently count your vertebrae.
Like counting a string of sandalwood prayer beads,
Like counting twenty-five departing platforms,
Like when a sweater unravels,
The latitude and longitude of escape.

When life rolls you into the asphalt road,
Please collect the shadows of the phoenix tree leaves.
Collect the moonlight broken into eight petals,
Collect the supermarket receipts,
Constantly depreciating salt,
Collect all that has not been said,
"But".

When life finally reveals its cards—
It's just a faded button,
Stuck between your third rib,
And you said:
"This is the lightest monument."
So the whole afternoon,
You are wiping it.
Like wiping one,
about to heal,
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