The Oil of the Moment

Alan Yan
Alan Yan
Nov 2 · 1 min read

Stuck in silence,
the oil of the moment,
threads fire, voices shout,
about and about.

Recovering,
dusting, squinting,
and gasping for air —
it’s fallen, crestfallen.

In our seeing,
we stir to make soluble,
knives out, shards fly,
but spirits sing!

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