I turned the mirror into an amulet
I turned the booklet into an amulet
I turned the canister into an amulet
These amulets have crystallized the cups into one crystal clear moon
When I saw the tall tree stands beside the tiny tree
songs of the east came to repeat
distant-and-near past shadows are infused into one singularity
I just found out that I’m a moon cat
when I close my eyes under the full moonlight, I feel distorted
this particular full moon seems shy at the beginning
hiding behind the velvet thin clouds
but my new moon dance playlist helps to lure her out
and now I’m bathing under her sometimes-dim-sometimes-brilliant light
