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
