By: Valen Lim
Best are things which read
like clamps on this heart.
A locked chest of drawers
with a grimy, cracked mirror.
How beautiful, for a lack of
surprise. In this, your eyes
are but flipped gold coins.
How spent. How God’s works
are often dull and silent
because they’re sufficient;
we are often a greedy lot,
crowing for seeds in a carpark.
Give us Easter Egg, give us
Matyroshka, meaning
which pools in itself. Give us
no pause. Say nothing. Take us
- break our crutches and teach us
how to dance.
Valen is a core member of Singapore-based literary collective /stop@BadEndRhymes (“/s@BER”), supported by literary charity Sing Lit Station. He has been published in Anxious Poets Society, Eunoia Review, QLRS and multiple Singapore Poetry Writing Month anthologies, with pieces forthcoming under Squircle Line Press and Rambutan Literary. He was also one of the winners from Textures 2018, a poetry manuscript competition held by The Arts House Singapore, as well as the Signature Art Prize 2018 Poetry Competition organised by the Singapore Art Museum.
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