熱帶魚

Eins. Sun Waves

Highland likes the fury tyger, burning at the beach where the myriad jumping with furious flow
O, only light, sunset flooded round toward you all, the earth hanging in the air

The robber’s yacht opened toward arms, rock toward breast, experienced eagle toward heart……
The Shepherd’s loneliness being eaten by the wavy woods
Flags flying, the fearful belief, transcending upon the bright bleu

For which disappearing cloud you all now mourning quietly for
Lie flat by the foot of ages, bearing the urge of sunset
Thousands millions plaque like plough anchored at the end of wilderness
Forsaken each other, forever forsaken: return the copper to the earth, let the fresh blood rust
Do you still toward every thunder storm pouring the tears

The yearly west wind from the depth of grit awakening the fate of gold miner
Restful path collapsed the cliff has no road, the stone hole of sundial gets dark
While the sky of ancient wish once again offering the myth of seven lotus

O, light, holy red paint, fire dance of fire worship
Carthesis of the gentle moan, granting the universe the peace of a broken pottery
Finally you all are shocked by such a grand glimpse
---------- the sun waits, an ecstasy for the falling of calamity.

Zwei. Winter Garden

(first draft)

1
Woods are frozenly red, like wearing the broken cloth of wind
Snow making noise beneath the foot
Rushing years always accompanied with a pair of new shoes bottom
The male sheeps scared of lonesomeness just because every ears
Turned the shout into mournings
Road, just nice for the labour of a cow newly bearing her cub
Collapsed amidst the bloody soil moaning full of whipping
The pole lamp brighten up even earlier, lovers darkenly dark like stones
Standing at the metal soulful bed can’t look clear
Meerkat is a tiring nurse, secretly
Retreat into the wound of garden for dream
Flower, underground preserved with pink meat
As if after the death of a child, remaining fresh soul
Stars which have not grown whole, with the fences locking us

2
Those who trust the words least, the poets
Empty snow, the rose withers since it is born
The fire flame leaving a pair of cold hands
The winter keeps busy, like a hard working editor
I, became what is trimmed by the sunshine
A dead body bowing down smelling own increasing smell
Alone in the north wind, the garden has far disappeared
It exists for illusion, finally returned to illusion
Tree and tree, blue music, performed by silence
And so the same snow fell twice from my shoulders
Covered the garden, I am the forgotten one
Stepping the beginning of a road, I am the mistaken one
Under the lamp without a person the road likes a dry throat
Reading, and the withered word observed for many years

3
Those who miss dead body, love to stroll in the garden
Those who Salute to the ruin, able to appreciate
A plot that drowns a kitty into the drain
Receive its head as if breaking a walnut
It must be a child, the child that runs into the garden
A child, more than everyone else, knowing how to smash a flower
Even the terminal is false, a burnt wood
Like the long mouth of crocodile revealing above the earth
The sky is grey like a day sleep
The sea vomits the fish bone, and pierce us into pain
Living beneath the walk of a knife
Every flesh fell as an unreviewing spot
Touch, this touch is non-existing everywhere
And the lump is in the depth untouchably expanded
A pregnant woman in black, wrapped with the raped spring
Eyesights pierced into branches
The swan’s neck bent as the pale circle at the bottom of water
We deconstructed the world with the skill of breaking complex eyes
Turned blind, the soul of each other reflected white snow
Exposed in the frozen wind
Bearing the pain of the growth of bone
Until, the garden is too shy to not be colourful
Being whipped by an unrecognized season for the whole life

Drei. Golden Tree

I'm the god of Waterfall, of Snow Mountain
Tall, strong, master the new moon
becoming the only leader of all rivers
birds forming home on my chest
thick jungles covering
the little path toward the secretic pond
My liberty is like a gang of deers who have just grown down
lust likes March
gathered up the power of the soulful vibration

I'm the golden tree
tree that harvests gold
the passionate longing from abyss
care not the proverbs from the weak surrounding
until my waves fill it full

Wandering female, female with the sparkling surface
who is the one who urge me toward the only drink?

My sight controls the night
twelve horns controls the windy flower of shiliu
I've come to every places, no shadows
Every strawberries I touched turned glorious
rising from the center of the world
I own you, me, the real human

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