—on reading Xi Xi’s ‘Strange Tales from a Floating City’ before 1 July 2020
What’s the taste of sinking?
A floating island headed for a hard landing, an ever-flowing stream
Of leaping magma henceforth
Stuck. Downward tree roots buck the trend, grow upwards toward
The sole scorching sun among the clouds. Someone cheers
The floating island is still called the floating island
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