River

From Bless You, Three Worlds by Dai Pan (潘岱). Poem 02.

I pick up the pen
Which they say this will cause the drain.
Down the drain, to drop the brain,
And save the knife, to the end.

With all the art, in my diary,
They opened your mind.
Take fragile pieces,
Fly to the air,
Write down all the answers just for real.

We’re gonna find, the place of your will,
Life never tie, instead, words forever die.

Within the pen, You are ever mine.
Dream a diver, on a noiseless land,
Again.

Cite as: Dai Pan, "River," Three Worlds, Bless You, poem 02, 2025. https://daipan.ink/bless-you/river

Bless You 02

River

I pick up the pen
Which they say this // will cause the drain.
Down the drain, to drop the brain,
And save the knife, to the end.

With all the art, in my diary,
They opened your mind.
Take fragile pieces,
Fly to the air,
Write down all the // answers just for real.

We’re gonna find, the place // of your will,
Life never tie, instead, // words forever die.

Within the pen, You are ever mine.
Dream a diver, on a noiseless land,
Again.