If My Thoughts Take Height Poem by Henry Tong

If my thoughts run high to the margin of being
out of the bound of cognition,
torn by the wind of deception,
I shall disperse to only two pieces
one writing "identity"
the other writing "faith".

I would follow the trace of logic
pioneering in the field of endlessness
and when the logic is outcasted
resurrecting in the falsehood of magic.

I would then knot the strings of reason
into the veins of people's skin
and when rampage hits them hard
shatter them to imprint the pain.

I'm merciful to dark nights
had I thought I lived in light!
Black veils blinded my sight.