Sonnet 099
Laijon Liu 20160523
I shouldn’t be proud of anything I do
The good things I have done or worked
Nothing truly belong to me, even my purest inventions
All can be traced back to ancient trees
This raw breath, this athletic body, this presumptuous sin
This brain scanned many codes of humanity
And some flaws, secrets, and unspeakable grievance
All have their sources that I will bring them back to
grave
Beauties with their fragrance should multiply
And share their reap in their borrowed time
Urges should be buried underground, deep
Their darkness should never be exposed
Beauty comes with desire
Desire comes with all sorts of things.
