Residual Light Of 2022 Poem by Cui Gya

Some words
I dare only say it at a particular time
The remnant of time in 2022
In this day, I think
That if it were not for a nightmare
Those subconscious mind would not have been released
They were deliberately buried by me
Because the world was too messy
Those uneasiness
They were buried or hidden shallowly by me
Because there have been lighthouses
In the distance back then
Later, my staying
It's farther and farther away from the light
Dark matter penetrated through my senses
The fragrance of frangipane
The cry of the little lizard
Ravenala madagascariensis and coconut trees
They were all away from the tip of my nose, my ears and my eyes
This winter is much longer than ever
Before warmed blood turns cold
I have to bury the subconscious mind deeper
Deeperthan the Mariana Trench