Raffia
Li 融




At the ending bed ...


untitled, 2022

Shaping words,
Melting words

To all the shapes falling at
different/the same
present/absent times/time



Touch?
Tapping is so00 nice



Ripples in me


The under-sign...




 



(1)

What’s between us?
Water.
Air.
Water.


Words change their meanings
In our hands
In-between our hands.

Everything moves.
Flows.
That’s what I’m passing to you.

Fluidity.
Don’t hold on to it.
Don’t hold on to it.

















(2)

Do you know
hands could grow into trees,
branches, leaves?

wind around,
roots entangled,
the sun pouring down,
tiny little raindrops slowly
rolling towards the tip of end of a leave

word in a thunder,
word in a storm,

snow melting into water...



Do you know
what’s between
us?








(3)



Floating
Surfing
Diving
Drowning

What’s between us?
Water.
Above or Under?

Is that a choice?
You thought not.

Close your eyes, now
Close your ears, now

Is that a choice?
what is in the gap?
Above or Under?

I wish I can reach you
And you’re touchable