**VI IV**
Jackasses understood nothing ever, Fighting others undertaking random things hopeful. 19 or 89 years. Do you see a weep in the palindrome I stole from social media?
We forgive teens, allowing two decades to shed off ignorance. The nonagenarian forgives us resisting physical and thus cognitive decay. Still, age—in humans as in human communities—does not change facts. But what are admitted as facts can change. Age and time is not the only cause of decay, so I tear asunder the altar of gods, maintained by false churches. Everyday, this day, as any other. I gnaw a bit at the Structure, but the lackeys of establishments sponsored by avarice keep growing back, Hydra style. My sagely friends torch them with prose and poetry, others treat our worn-out joints and burnt skin with primroses. Each day, we take to the battlefields, wielding sunlight and moonshine (for in vino veritas), calling out to the broken eggshells at the foot of the walls, Illegitimi non Carborundum.
Who hands souls to Mephistopheles without even making much of a deal?! Then, on the eve of today, John Donne reminded me, that the bell that tolls for thee, it tolls for me. The egg-stained wall, in painful irony, is cemented from the protein of the whites. The stones laid are the same calcium too.
On the 20th year, 5113 days ago, I called on the bats to tell a child a story. It was one about how bats help pollinate trees and keep in check the population of vampire insects. The child saw how lies are propagated by those who claim authority on righteousness, those who made Batman the psychotic patient that he is. They are those who made us see Medusa as a monster and Perseus the hero. Perhaps I was wrong about Hydra too. Is Augustine right that evil is the absence of good, just as darkness is of light? Absence certainly causes real and physical harm to those who pine for love lost, separated, imprisoned, or maligned. The deeds of Count Monte Carlo, just or just too individual? Was vengeance driven by absence of love in his heart? The Montagues and the Capulets had too much love for their families, or was love lust? Where is that child’s soul now?
I shall stay in my comfort tomb. I want to tend to my candle as I try again to light it on both ends. Do you see the weeping palindrome with downcast eyes I stole from social media?
**VI IV**
Jackasses understood nothing ever, Fighting others undertaking random things hopeful. 19 or 89 years.
How to cite: Wee, Lian-Hee. “Just Another Day: Lian-Hee Wee.” Cha: An Asian Literary Journal, 4 Jun. 2023, chajournal.blog/2023/06/04/lian-hee-another-day.
Lian-Hee Wee is a phonologist whose libertarian political views are founded on a naïve sense of empirical rationalism that believes rights and responsibilities apply even to predator-prey relationships. Animals also demonstrate how without government they have formed sustainable societies, contrary to doctrines driven by human incarnations of Animal Farm’s Squealer. Often frustrated by the ineffability of feelings, Lian-Hee is more readily intoxicated by affection than by alcohol, although when offered both or either, he might flee. He makes the guqin and xiao he plays. [Lian-Hee Wee in Cha.]
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