Analysis of Circatidal Rhythmus

Circatidal Rhythmus
By Xiaoyuan Yin

Blustering trees fell inward (into a circle, before the Wheel of Fortune), finally giving in
Leaving the boundless sapphire ocean to monsoons, which used to gnaw away
Chicories and cypress cones, with its icy fangs. It is written in detail in that manual
That the sun’s berthing impact on the earth’s shore, always so strong
Whips everything that gets in its way – So never throw open your curtains
On a summer morn. Just wait: sunlight climbed along within a shishi-odoshi
Named ‘the Scale of Everything’……
When its hollow tube filled, center of gravity past the pivot of a day,
It declines. No need to worry, the clocks have their own rhythms to toll
Through the dusk, when monks in ochre stroll across
To a stone arch. No peak time period for the world
In birthrate or death rate, but for champagne activity,
And language saturation. The high lightness of humankind’ s brain zones
Soars, and in the next second plunges. In the light of universe’s torch
And on the last beach, all dead crabs lie transparent and feathery, while the living ones of its kind
Synchronize their watches, with the moon.