ASCENSION
---- in love memory of my uncle the 2nd
Poet Xu
If you are here
behind a closed mirror of transparence
or in the shadow of wind
please touch me
though I cannot see
I know you are with your old pals now
happy chatting
day after day, night after night
I often wonder
if I could see your new haircut again
short and firm
on your back, in cold air of winter
and I want to show you
a bunch of jumping words
You are so real
but in an extending dimension
I live on the leftover of your life
and make it stronger
So you must watch me
while time is walking
draft in summer 2015
finished in summer 2016
PS: 把此诗献给我敬爱的二舅，他是一个右派，一个高尚的好人，一个博学却被埋没一辈子的人才。如果网上有灵异显现，请将这份思念传送给他。
