543

語言的彈珠亂射滾動
碰壁成詩

這裡和那裡
早一個禮拜說出口的543

真理在自己的墳丘上遠眺張望
等待新的誤解再次埋葬

人類不想孤獨

    543

Language marbles

scatter and roll at random

bouncing off walls

becoming poems

Here and there

the same random 543 already spoken a week ago

Truth stands watch upon its own burial mound

waiting for a new misunderstanding to bury it again

Human beings

do not wish to be alone

明天再說

逃避時間的冷漠

發明了各種當下

意義的空缺隨機散落

大腦很忙

ta一再狡辯
你們從未活在昨天

伸手遮住黑暗裡的荒謬煙火

點擊按讚

卡

明天再說

    Maybe Tomorrow

Escaping the indifference of time

inventing all kinds of present moments

Gaps in meaning scatter at random

the mind stays busy

ta keeps making its case

you have never lived in yesterday

Reaching out a hand

to cover the absurd fireworks in the dark

click Like

lag

maybe tomorrow

與光同行

在絕對的孤獨中

沒有時間

沒有你我

沒有世界

沒有生死

其實偷走了光

無所不在的

無我的心裡

那不屬於我的

在而不在的心裡

8分19.4秒

    (*光從太陽到達地球需時8分19.4秒)

    Walking with Light

Walking with Light

In absolute solitude

no time

no you and I

no world

no life and death

somehow

the light was stolen

the all-pervading

in the selfless heart

what was never mine

in a heart

present

yet absent

8 minutes 19.4 seconds

   (*Light from the Sun reaches Earth in 8 minutes 19.4 seconds.)

梅雨

六月

詩所醃製的預言

人行道

穿衣風格

雨的水痕展演

淨空

    Plum Rain Season

June

a prophecy

pickled by poetry

sidewalks

a style of dress

the performance

of rain-stained traces

cleared to emptiness

原因不明

獨一無二的平凡

需要喃喃自語的編碼

案情不單純

被時間裹挾著前進

原因不明

    Cause Unknown

Uniquely ordinary

requiring codes

murmured to oneself

The case is not that simple

Carried forward

by the current of time

Cause unknown

焚風夏午

焚風夏午它的冷淡之心
蟬鳴有過去年的樹影

搖曳著回憶

誰問稻穗是否已經低垂

昏沉無夢

故事尚未成形

    Summer Noon

The summer noon under the scorching wind,

its indifferent heart.

Cicada songs carry last year's shadows of trees,

swaying with memory.

Who asks

whether the rice ears have begun to bow?

Drowsy, dreamless.

The story

has yet to take shape.

若無其事

若無其事地困在原地，

假裝明天已經過去。

一個二維的立體大腦，

沉默是唯一真實的預言。

若無其事地否認現實，

接受昨天本不存在。

一個立體的二維心靈，

咆哮著不願寧靜。

若無其事地頓悟一切，

除了自己。

不存在的這個或那個，

還未發生的剛才。

    As If Nothing Had Happened

As if nothing had happened, trapped where I stand,

pretending tomorrow has already passed.

A three-dimensional brain flattened into two,

silence, the only prophecy that rings true.

As if nothing had happened, denying reality,

accepting that yesterday never existed.

A two-dimensional soul with depth to spare,

roaring against the stillness it cannot bear.

As if nothing had happened, awakening to everything,

except myself.

This thing or that, which never was,

the just-now that has yet to occur.

沒有人

草地上沒有人

青色的頻率

想象著思想的餘生

從未經過

城市裡沒有人

停電了忘記重啟

雲的後面也沒有人

河濱公園的水位歷史新低

沉吟至今

不為時光的聆聽

秩序與焚風

語言的世界沒有人

    No One

No one on the grass,

a green frequency.

Imagining the afterlife of thought,

never having passed through.

No one in the city,

the power is out,

forgotten and never restarted.

No one behind the clouds either,

the riverside park records

a historic low water level.

No one

in the world of language.

In contemplation still,

not for time to hear.

Order

and the burning wind.

快閃

在短影片先知的時代裡

咖啡自帶杯

為了探索5元哲學

避開心靈的自我回收

在陽光所忌諱的地方

意義無限補充

酸民和政客相擁繁殖

ai流行裝懂人類的神秘猜想

去

快閃

只有故障的月亮明白

    Flash Mob

In the age of short-video prophets

bringing your own cup for coffee

to explore a five-dollar philosophy

avoiding the self-recycling of the soul

In places sunlight dares not enter

meanings multiply without end

trolls and politicians breed in each other's arms

ai is trending to pretend it understands

humanity's mysterious guesses

Go

disappear in a flash

Only the malfunctioning moon understands

bug良善

潦草死語
疊加了忽然

生即宇宙

我們的以前

bug良善

    Our Before

Carelessly written dead words

layered with suddenness

Life is the universe

our before

a benevolent bug

最後之夏

自言自語

忘記被忘記的美好

冰河開始流動

去年

最後之夏

你平行了一切

蟬風白日夢

    The Last Summer

Talking to myself

forgetting

the beauty already forgotten

the glacier begins to move

last year

the last summer

you set everything parallel

cicadas

wind

a daydream

未註冊

回到以前待過的台北

像個未註冊的幽靈

什麼樣的存在

行路無聲

如果是風

這炎夏的氣溫

我將試著悄然止息冥想

    Unregistered

Returning to Taipei

where I once stayed

like an unregistered ghost

What kind of being

walks without a sound

If it were the wind

in this midsummer heat

I would try

to quietly settle into stillness