“Art washes away from the soul
the dust of everyday life.”
-- Pablo Picasso
2064 is not a year
Not a room number
Nor a state of mind
It's a hidden glance
Reflected in the Sun
She is always here in 2064
Light simmers among the flowers
Some say she is waiting
But light is who she is
Never changing Never the same
Went to 2046 today
In and out of mind
Looks like this
Looks like that
Unsure how to come back
Space is multi-layered in 2064
Folding in upon itself
Revealing mystery
Concealing banality
Even time is confused
Traveled to 2046 by boat
Arrive to unchanging time
Sun never sets
Moon always full
Her kisses last forever
Some say 2064 has no exit
No going back in time
No return to our beginnings
But they are quite wrong
Still the price of return is high
Some say the price is death
Others say the price is life
Or that which we value most
Now the moon is well past full
And none have returned from 2046
We never really see light in 2064
Only her complex reflections
Gentle as the floating flowers
Deep as the hidden moon
Always awaiting our touch
Meaning splits infinitely in 2046
Symbolic imagery challenges life
Death reaches beyond the sky
Networks of reflected shadows
Dance with the Queen of Hearts
2064 is not a year
Is not a room number
Nor a state of mind
It's a hidden glance
Reflected in your eyes
yamabuki Zhou
Aug 2012
Thanks to
Wong Kar Wai


Enjoyed this trip back and forth across time with you.
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