Laijon Liu 20150110
the world weighs down
on his neck and shoulders
so he sits, and takes deep bow
to generate his utmost strength
his knee supports his elbow
his hand supports his chin, his frowning eyes shut
above him, the infinite cosmos vanishes,
becomes singularity, the burden of existence
his dead wife still smiles at him in his dream
or he's still searching for his long lost son?
he strips himself nude
wearing only his stony strain muscles and rough skin
let the scorching sun and the freezing rain
rub his silent stillness.
Note:
Rodin's The Thinker, Atlas and Hercules.
