Walking Poem

Homework A Week 12
Beilin Xu

Every turn in my walk was determined by traffic lights.

through eyelets
             Catching my eyes
In
             a neverending through
eyewitnesses
In
a
neverending my
             shorelines with dust
             Mechanical animals
devouring
                through
        eyes
In
                a neverending in
the less it turns left
                 doesn't
matter bright
white figure
Not
                looking
my
eyeballs
                Catching and
             closing through
                eyelashes
                Catching my shoes with dust
               Mechanical
animals
                 devouring to a halt
behind me
Red yellow-green
             As i
walk
towards the
        brick
towards the daydream
opening through eye-opening
               In
        a neverending
         through eyes turning right
In
a neverending through eyefuls
                In a neverending through eyelashes
          Catching beaming, beaming in the less it
doesn't matter but
I
forged
ahead
          It
doesn't matter