Thin Idea

A thin idea hit me sleepy.
My brain smoked hastily, and
the reality imagined itself.

My brain smoked hastily, and
a thought floated downward.
The imaginary reality was dead.

A thought floated downward,
although
the reality imagined itself.

Although
a thin idea hit me sleepy,
the imaginary reality was dead.

–Duc Van Khanh Tran

Duc Van Khanh Tran is currently a Ph.D. student at National University of Singapore and has started using mathematical poetry forms to write poems since senior year in college. He writes poems in English and Mandarin Chinese, with poems published or forthcoming in Juste Milieu Zine, 《新大陆》，《雨林诗刊》etc. Updates on publications of his poems can be found on duc-van-khanh-tran-poetry.carrd.co/,