Arise from the white tub,
dancing reflections of a freezing knight;
you are being crowned with
overnight feelings.
Until the secret treason reveals
your rusty bones.
Your sins are washed away,
with the patina mold and leftover dirty laundry.
Lawson is a part-time poet living in Belgium. His Asian lineage makes him interested in expressing emotions strongly visually. Besides art and poetry, he’s also passionate about science and philosophy. He studied both statistics and economics in KU Leuven and is working as a research statistician now.
