I walked in Jinci Park today, listening to the echoes of the past wandering around the papered walls with memories of death open and unnamed.
 
Amid the cracked curtained windows and hurried echoes of the last battle, I saw three horsemen about to siege the winter.
 
Once their tempers and coming swords passed into times earth. Now their striding spirit vents noxious words to the ungainly tailless lizards who want a time when nobody thought.
 
Interpretations differ, but I said ‘Come and see’. Then I heard what sounded like a voice and saw the horsemen dancing under fire, lightning and thunder singing around them, hurried by the mountain and waiting for the sun to crush the day.
 
If it is true, and in this place I think it is, that letters and words are strange and urgent, then the siege of the cities is lost.
 
And what of freedoms vanguard and voices that merge with memories. What of words like bullets and thoughts as simple as death.
 
Forget them at your peril.
 
Imbalances can be corrected, heroines of great objectors created.
 
I walked in Jinci Park today, caught up in the spirit, the old trees whispered "Look around they are the last”. This was my temporary home and I was one of the last souls.

Lost in a clarion of whispering voices.
Mao Dun says that ‘you have the right to promote your own happiness’
Just like everyone else.
Weapons of mass consumption litter the streets
People afraid to ask why we are bereft of ideas
Left or right
Dark alleyways come alive with the words of Bob Dylan  
“How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be without a home…..”

A place of constant energy
And personal experience
A sight nurtured to glorious vision
Now can only see translated images.
Faded to leave us in the dark
And questions of vulnerability, depth and analysis.
Have become a solemn species

Paths of beauty destroyed
By the wind blowing through their black world
A constant search for blindness
To fulfill their empty lives

Going anywhere is enough

But I am full of the ecstasy of life
Loud and clear streets

Knowledge, an unconstrained heaven
Often comes with showers of sound
From obscurity of thought
Gleams a star

A wind of change.