Ten Years After Graduation, I Was Invited to Attend a Class Reunion

(Stream of consciousness + suspense + memoirs) When love turns to hate, When death becomes life, When the iron tree blossoms into prosperity, When dry bones give birth to bloody flesh. When you crawl out of the earth, Standing in the sun and rain, Jump back into that sonnet. My empty eye sockets will be stained with water drops, With the help of brilliance, Write you again in the reflection of your eyes. Stretching out the metacarpal bones with soil, Touch your cold body temperature. I said: It doesn't matter. My dead body will not be afraid of the cold. ...