我納悶現實的維度為何如此粉碎
剛研磨的咖啡正在超越昨日的愚昧
那是早晨怎樣的奇怪悟道呢
寫信的文化已經奄奄一息
記憶中好像有什麼東西剛剛出生
——— 這其實大半個月前未完成的詩，一直存為草稿放著。趁這午後春睏無所事事，把它寫完。
人，多數時候活在一種似悟未悟的微妙時刻裡吧！
Ghostly Dust
Every day I clean
the ghostly dust in my room
I wonder why the dimensions of reality
are so shattered
Freshly ground coffee
is surpassing yesterday’s foolishness
What kind of strange awakening
could that be, in the morning
The culture of letter writing
is already on its last breath
In memory
it feels as if something
has just been born
—— Most of the time,we live just before understanding.