AUTHOR
To say that their likes and dislikes affect me
will be lying, as I cannot fathom whose eyes
are outside this tiny aquarium watching me
silently digesting punctuations, the lonesome
chameleon morphing colours, responding to
the changing humidity and temperature of
others desiring comfort and escape. I sit still
under the lamp, eyeballs protruding, twirling
in search of flying, crawling, slithering words
to fulfil this insatiable page, procrastinating
for my own pleasure, hardly experimenting
secret tricks for their sympathy or empathy,
as I am cold-blooded, unable, unwilling to
detect those sentimental sentinels expecting
something special sent by someone special,
not knowing one day among the cold stars
under their own skies there will be auroras.
(Image: “10 Chameleon Symbolism Facts & Meaning: A Totem, Spirit & Power Animal“, Hep6.com)
Voices under the Sun 陽光下的聲音 