• Heung Aiden

The Line He Draws

Updated: Jun 6, 2019

For Tomas Transtroemer 

The line he draws on his notebook

stretches out, endlessly,

with the sound of an axe cutting the air,

and continues its silent judgement, where

the world is halved.

I’m on one side;

My deeds the other, falling soundlessly;

A rebuke—

I cast my thought over

into the realm of inanity.

It bounces like a morning dew

on lifeless leaves.

Air is thinner there

than a breath.

I grab hold of the line —the edge of existence,

saved by an old hypothesis

of death.

Published at Thirty West Publishing House 


 © 2019 by Aiden Heung