Sonnet 045
Laijon Liu 20160330
Labor, grief, spirit, and passion
These four elements I make myself
Four limbs thrust into earth, wrestle in sweat
Two sunken springs hold shimmering ripples
Gasping breath calls forth four seasons
Fever burns and burns till death drops
Beastly hunger devours many souls
Demonic desire to come alive again
I strive to be beautiful, like an angelic voice
Sing a melancholic melody, rest
Or chant a serene prayer, wake
The sleeping to feel moving again
I’m healthy, I want and I chase
Should I be happy? Should I?
