苦楝樹不安地斷落它伸向天空的探索
那是暴風雨的本該清澈之心
自帶鍵盤的啄木鳥冷靜地敲打著時間的堅定石階
如果，我微觀世界裡假裝隱形的如果
思想決然地推開它曾經幽暗的門窗
那是寂寞的世界終於關機享受自己的安靜
永恆的計算預言著人間無人的末日確實已過
如果，我短暫生命裡悲喜交織的如果
創造的幾何白目地訴說它對真理的愛戀
那是曙光在海岸山脈之後的姍姍來遲
在乎了遙遠的距離但一天自有一天的星辰
如果，我幻覺世界裡任其遨遊的如果
If
The chinaberry tree, uneasily, breaks off
its reach toward the sky
that is the heart of the storm
meant to be clear
a woodpecker with its own keyboard
calmly tapping
the firm stone steps of time
If, the if in my microscopic world
pretending to be invisible
Thought resolutely pushes open
its once shadowed doors and windows
that is the lonely world
finally shutting down
to enjoy its own quiet
eternal calculation foretells
the humanless apocalypse
has indeed already passed
If, the if in my brief life
where sorrow and joy are intertwined
The geometry of creation
naively speaks of its love for truth
that is the dawn
arriving late
behind the Coastal Mountain Range
caring about distant distances
yet each day has its own stars
If, the if in my hallucinatory world
left free to roam
