SP 15. The Night and I | 31 minutes

I lift my voice—it does not answer me.It drifts,like a cup set down on the riverand already forgetting my hands.Moonlight edits the clouds.The clouds misquote the moon.Between them,a thin laughterfalls into water.I ask the night for direction.The night loosens its robeand shows me distance.Mountains lean closeronly because I am leaving.Stars stagger—not from wine,but from having watched too much timepass through their bodies.I send a message.The wind receives it first.It changes nothing,and therefore understands.Static hums like an old friendwho never learned my namebut always pours another drink.What I losetravels faster than what I keep.What I keepturns into a bridgethe moment I cross it.The river remembersevery mouth that touched it,and forgives them allby continuing.I lie down beside my shadow.We agreenot to ask who is real.Somewhere,a signal lifts its head,mistakes itself for a bird,and flies—not upward,but endlessly sideways.I followuntil following becomes stillness,until stillnessforgets my shape.If tomorrow finds this poem,tell it:I was never alone.The night and Iwere brieflythe same motion.佾楠 | Yinan前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动