EVERY PLEASURE HAS PAIN 

A white dragon in fish guise he, Zhou, continued to wander.

Where he passed white bones piled up like hills.  As though

Made of silver, shimmering, a white rainbow pierced the sun.  

Bad omen thought Zhou, flaw in the white jade; milky waves

Roaring to Heaven. The dynamic of the primitive; dread of

Reversion to AS PROGRESS the gangsterism of secrecy.  Along  

The line of innumerable dawns, the dark arrow loosed from the hunting

Bow travels only so far; the new dart is then loosed again under twilight’s

Weight.  These puzzle structures are called wanderings from the path  

In search of where the arrow has now fallen and where it is found to have

Fallen exactly is where the ancient marks of the name, Zhou, have been

Effaced, maybe by dynamite. By some trick white amaranth and purple egg plant,  

Usually eaten by Zhou, were too plain and simple to be popular.

Time passed as swiftly as a white charger seen through a crack in the door.