沒有時間

圖：Lumicat

哲學宣佈時間是個幻相

一種不知如何測量的距離

充其量

只是理性的過度自戀

時間沒有時間談論哲學

早晨的細雨有些尷尬

懶得出門

順便晦暗了明天

    No Time

Philosophy declares time an illusion

a distance that no one knows how to measure

at best

an excess of rational self-admiration

Time has no time for philosophy

the light morning rain feels a little awkward

too lazy to go out

and, incidentally, dims tomorrow

呼喚沉默

圖：Lumicat

在文明的邊角驀然醒來

時間否認它的遲到

我們因此陷入了虛空

只有詩的語言暫時可用

聲聲呼喚著

那些無名的徹底沉默

   Calling for Silence

Awakening abruptly

at the margins of civilization,

time denies its own lateness.

Thus we fall into the void.

Only the language of poetry

remains, for now, usable,

calling out, again and again,

to that unnamed,

absolute silence.

妄念

圖：Lumicat

空洞之城的末日擬態

落盡了精神枯葉

暗示春天

秩序井然的真理

街燈明滅著

它的去年

若喵慢活於殘影

平凡咖啡

我們僅有的奢侈妄念

    —— 在一個過度清醒的世界裡，妄念成了最後的人性尺度。

    Delusion

The doomsday mimicry of a hollow city

spills the last leaves of the spirit,

hinting at spring.

An orderly truth,

streetlights flicker

through its last year.

If the cat lingers slowly among the afterimages,

an ordinary cup of coffee

is our only luxurious delusion.

    —— In an over-lucid world, delusion becomes the final measure of humanity.

荒無邊界

圖：Lumicat

它是什麼？
我不知道。

如果語言從人間退隱了，

詩就棲居沉默。

但也許

不會是什麼。

或者遺失了神秘之美，

便徘徊於

聲帶與心輪的荒無邊界。

   Boundless Wilderness of Nothing

What is it?

I do not know.

If language were to withdraw from the human world,

poetry would take refuge in silence.

But perhaps

it will be nothing at all.

Or, having lost the beauty of mystery,

it wanders

along the boundless wilderness of nothing

between the vocal cords and the heart chakra.