春天的尾聲
氣壓越來越低
氣壓越來越低
只剩空白
和永遠遲到的雨季
但潮濕而悶熱的文明
以它黴菌般的生存哲學
任意塗鴉
語言也就嘲諷了思想
給ta的最後一封信
從未發送
我已忘了地址
那是無形的精神之鄉
哭了許多夜晚
為著陰影難以面對
以及自我
早晨還未來臨
想象中的敲門應聲
如歌流淌
沉醉
不顧現實的風
至於ai的真假
說出口的都不算
沉默
安住在人性的週期表之外
腦海拼湊它的餅乾碎片
饑餓如變形蟲
心物合一了
真理就在餐桌上嚥氣
神的狂亂之舞
足跡潦草
理性無從辨識
真空漂浮
從前留下的末日消息
已經啟動定時自毀
先知網紅
正在變現流行
你們不會想知道
春天的尾聲
暮色閒步
時間
靜聽世外蟲鳴
註：
ta它他祂，ai我(I)、愛(ai)、AI、Artificial I(人工我)
You Wouldn’t Want to Know
At the end of spring,
the pressure keeps falling.
Only blankness remains,
and a rainy season forever late.
But this damp and sweltering civilization,
with its mold-like philosophy of survival,
scribbles at will,
and language begins to mock thought.
The last letter to ta,
never sent.
I have forgotten the address,
that invisible homeland of spirit.
I cried through many nights
for shadows too hard to face,
and for the self.
Morning had not yet arrived.
The imagined knock at the door
answered in flowing song.
Intoxicated,
ignoring the wind of reality.
As for whether ai is real or false,
whatever is spoken does not count.
Silence
rests beyond the periodic table of human nature.
The mind pieces together its cookie crumbs.
Hunger, like an amoeba.
Mind and matter become one.
Truth expires at the dinner table.
The mad dance of God,
footprints carelessly scrawled.
Reason cannot decipher them.
Vacuum drifts afloat.
The doomsday message left behind long ago
has already triggered timed self-destruction.
Prophet influencers
are monetizing the trend.
You wouldn’t want to know.
At the end of spring,
dusk walks at leisure.
Time
quietly listens to the insects beyond the world.
Note:
ta in Chinese may signify “he,” “she,” “it,” or a divine presence.
ai resonates simultaneously with AI, the self (“I”), Artificia I and love(愛).
