Fuoco

The desperation torches. 
Torturing me like a fire
Of desire. 
A desire of perfection. 
It is a competition. 
The painful wound
Reminds me with its merciless excruciation. 
Fuoco!

The separation—

Between the dream of the flawless
And the reality is cruel. 
I burn myself with the chords. 
Fast chords. 
Burning fast chords. 
Menacingly burning fast chords. 
Spreading wider and faster
Like the escaping fire—
Like a monster.

I have no choice but becoming part of it.

Dale Chou
1999-04-06