Yearn for terror of the dragon world. Wisdom is a tasteless meal. Listen to the lies they tell. There's a garlic and ginger silence on the autumn night. The moon's an orange slice.
Steam rises off the tea and fills the stars with aromas.
The wheel of stars turns and turns until Venus disappears. Even the moon in the end goes dark and silent on its way. Soon the first bird will thrill over invisible limbs. Soon light will trace and color in the lattice of the chair.