沒人懂你
一開始就不在
from one, you freely guess
refusing the simple repetition
of the spiral
質數的自我定義
你活著
從一開始
你自由地猜測
拒絕簡單的螺旋重復
你終於看到了時間的停格
「質數的自我定義」本身就是詩的第一句,而不是一般意義上的標題。
Illusory Sleep
I guess you’re guessing what I’m guessing
Language foretells our words
All that has been said, already said, remains unsaid
The human realm has always been without anyone
The quiet heavens and earth arise and perish in an instant
Light dust, wind and soil, and spring comes again
Writing poetry, drifting through the lie of time
Healing the illusory sleep left behind by this civilization
Too deeply intoxicated by time
yet the speed of light remains forever constant
The samadhi of reason and emotion
has disoriented reality
Only love and tears unlock everything
All things are conjured from emptiness and being.