这座苍白的城市正在分泌白色的乳汁

下一幕的幕布升起时

监狱已无法修复。里面的物质已腐烂

但过不了几天，原始生命的形式

会一再被复制

一层充满活力的霉菌，上面点缀性爱的花朵

当然，它们亦得到对方的铭记

像彼此憎恨的木头

咬合在一起，又突然惊醒，陷入麻木

身体长出一个瘤

这是一种艺术。当期望

流着口水

启明星，把它空洞的证词

攥在白手帕里

教会的污点，因为他们拿来做门楣的深色木头

曾经就是这种颜色

那些开至深夜的书店

大堡礁，改成了斜体字，以最短的距离完成复杂的漫游

但只有你自己知道

偶然性，

和必然性

一种躲不过的冲击

就像血管一样

整个夜晚漂浮着虚幻春天的气息

像某种蓬勃生长的快乐

而灰色的区域在行割礼

THE PALE CITY IS SECRETING A WHITE MILKY JUICE

When the curtain for the next act arose

the prison has been closed irreparable. The substance in it has rotten

but in a few days, the primitive life style

will be reproduced repeatedly

a vibrant layer of mold that has sex blooms

Of course, they also got a memory of each other

like the wood of mutual hatred

clenched together, then suddenly awakened and fell into numbness

the body grew a tumor

it’s a kind of art. When expectation

drools

Venus, takes its hollow testimony

in the white handkerchief

the stains of the church, the dark wood they brought for the lintel

is this color

The bookstores that stay open late into the night

The great barrier reef, changed to italics, completes a complex roam with the shortest distance

but only you know

occasionality, and inevitability

an inescapable shock

Like veins floating all night

with the scent of unreal spring

like some kind of vigorous growth of joy

and the gray area is circumcised