Like a Spoon of Sugar

Birds stopped

mid in the air.

Now it’s there,

at present,

intervals bring illusions and visions.

It is not there,

we could only guess

its next position,

its next juncture

and its next presence.

Like

a spoon of sugar sprinkled into

the boiling water,

hereon any moment of it

can not be dispensed.

Everything

in this world combines

into a large monad,

here isolation of the individuals

is merely hypothesis out of convenience.

Like

webs of the spiders,

connections of being spray out

intricately yet obediently,

adhering all their prey.