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    January 01

    Two of the poems for final exam

    Reduced to Nothing
     
    All walls, All windows, Toppling down to me
    All lives, All histories, Condensing onto my head
     
    All tables and chairs around
    Converging, into the huge armchair I’m in
     
    Submerged in the flood
    Diminished to the Minimum
     
    Reduced,
    Reduced to
    Nothing
     
     
     
    Jackstraw
     
    On the centre of the white
    Glaring, spinning are
    Drunken Choices
    Without a solid floor
    To stand
     
    On the back of the white
    Stagger, switching are
    Stealthy controls
    Frantic invisible threads
    Of thousand
     
    O, you hollow jackstraw