塔

信仰的語言堆疊
一又二分之一個音階

不知如何下來

視神經交叉核

節拍器滴答作響

夢囈生成了幻覺

秋天之塔

截稿和明天

    The Tower

The language of faith piles up
one and a half octaves high,
not knowing how to come down.

The optic chiasm nucleus,
a metronome ticking away.

Murmurs in sleep generate hallucinations,
the tower of autumn,
the deadline and tomorrow.