IPHONE NOTES EXPERIMENTAL POEM

This world is a psychiatric hospital

Some people know they are sick

Some people do not know

People do not stop to treat

People only keep going

Carefully slowly

Proudly hardly

Before leaving

Painfully

Regretfully

Say goodbye

Memory pillow wears a floral dress

My memory pillow has Alzheimer's disease

I have a memory pillow

She can remember my shape

But one day I found out that she got Alzheimer’s disease

She can not remember her original shape

And my shape

I was sad

I dressed her in a floral dress

When I close my eyes

All shapes disappear in black

My body also disappears in black

I walk in black

No foot

No direction

No purpose

When I get used to black

Black is no longer black

I gaze at the path of lightning

Lightning turns into a man's side face

Lighting lights up the black lake

There is a lonely tree in the middle of lake

The branches have no leaves

The roots grow downward

Insert a heart

Become her blood vessel

I came to her

Reach out and touch her

She is so hot

The temperature follows the roots

Ignite the branches

She is so cold

The lake is also frozen into ice

I follow the blood vessels into the heart

Stop thinking

The shape of tree

Tree is the shape of blood vessels

Tree is the shape of the veins

Tree is the shape of history

Tree is the shape of memory

Tree is the shape of thought

Tree is the shape of everything

Tree is the shape of world

Tree is the shape of universe

Tree is the shape of truth

Between circle

Star is round

Moon is round

Earth is round

Sun is round

Human is not round

Cell is round

Molecule is round

Atom is round

Neutron is round

Meaningless poem

This poem is very special, it's a meaningless poem. In this poem, I deconstruct the Chinese character "boring" to make the word changes constantly (write the Chinese phonetic alphabet of this word, then write the word in reverse, then transliterate it into Chinese characters, and continue to write the Chinese phonetic alphabet, which is used as a rule to deconstruct). Finally, it becomes a meaningless and infinite cycle. This poem not only represents my state of emptiness and boredom, but also explores the meaning of existence and the law of the world.