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A Snail Turning Invisible into A Vista Vision
By Hytower 2016/9/16
An earthworm taking a break
From his routine work burrowing the soil with his setae
Gulped mouths of morning dew, and
Cast a little more steady glances around than the ordinary people
At a sticky trace of a snail not yet dried
Without knowledge of where to start and end.
Sherlock Holmes？As a legendary detective
With so few evidences, so many wild guesses
Holding a pipe in his hand
The earthworm making more coughs in vain to read the trace
Hurried by reducing three steps to two in pace to catch up with the snail.
Short of breath, the earthworm asked.
“Where are you going? Where?”
“As a quick runner to the place where any thought can’t reach and to the place where all thoughts remain
A slow walker, actually right on midway I am a traveler.”
The snail kept on crawling
Towards the supposed paradise-like place where the thought remains
With his two tentacles ahead to sweep the road.
The earthworm stood all alone watching the snail who mile by mile, after a lapse of time
Turns invisible into a vista vision.
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