迟声


落雨的时候,我将视线凝聚
在冷淡的屋顶,天线和烟囱
无比脆弱,像稻草依附于
潮湿感官,甚至声腔之振动
也为汪洋覆盖

此时的阳光必定向往黑夜
……爱人从不回首
却如蚊虫般拥抱秋日的宁静

雨水是瞬息的产物
与灵感一同滋生湮灭
天晴后,心脏距离沙漠
仅有数秒距离
倘若我干涸欲裂
你为何仍眷恋这时代

神牵着声音,闯进孤独
自晓命运的人们惺惺相惜
在地图的尽头
将留存我的归宿


2020.6.6 家



The Late Sound

As it rains, I fix my eyes
Upon the roof aloof, the antenna and the chimney
So helplessly flimsy, attached like a pair of straw
To the damp sensation, that even the vocal vibration
Should be buried by the ocean

Now the sunlight must be yearning for night
... lovers who never look back
Choose actually to embrace the peace of fall like mosquitoes

Rains are creatures of ephemerality
Born and annihilated together with epiphanies
The day clearing up, the heart’s only
A few seconds away from the desert
If I’m about to crack
What’s your lingering about our time for

God breaks into the solitude Leading sounds along
Those whose fate has uncovered are bonded in mutual recognition
A place where I belong
Will be reserved at the end of the map


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