the face in the morning
surfaces from the glasss
the bathroom, razor, wall and wife
restore one after another
窗外，光线
产生了。
鸟儿问答，关于
每天都在失去的身子
outside the window
the light begins to shine
the bird questions and answers
about the body being lost every day
仅用比喻度过这一日
是再好不过的解脱了：
“她们。我。那时。”像花落和人亡
沉浸在两不知里
no better relief can be found
to spend the day only with metaphors
"they, I, at that time"
just as maidens and flowers are dead
in the ignorance between each other
how I long for the earlier coming
of the irregular transmigration
then my brothers and sisters who perch
in toads, fish, pine and cypress trees
would enjoy the reunion
they all keep silent in great tiredness
on their thin cheekbones rolls restless rain
the small courtyard has been built
with pebbles and dried cow-dung
tall cedars shade the evil neighbors
he is a blind man
when he hammers the iron
he bends his left knee against the firedoor
his right ear lifts his eyebrow with strange twitches
to listen whether the thin blade comes
锻打，再锻打
在废铁中炼出刀子
再把刀子揉回废铁。
如果我的瞎是前世的罪孽
就必须承受这反复的天谴
hammer after hammer
he produces knives from waste iron
and then kneads knives into waste iron
if his blindness results from sins in his prelife
he has to bear the repeated scourges
no villagers exchange his iron tools
with their corns and spinach any more
but they need
his hammering after hammering
when he stops his work
at night maidens will suffer menstrual disorder
some people will get mad for no reason
and jump into the well with screeches
spring breeze under ruined eaves blows his loneliness
but he continues the village's peace by wasting all his life
at nightfall, incantations are heard from drooping plants
relative to surviving colonnades, plants are never enshrined
these years see less and less incantations understood by me
which I attribute to the exhaustion of my memory
relative to the deceased people, I need more to look up
at the unforgiven moon shining on the top of areca trees
several years ago, I would feel restless
when I read the works of George Bataille
the whole afternoon I held the chair-back tight
"the fishy smell of lower limbs" and "opposition"
behold the words preferred by Uncle Bataille
behold me, a superfluous man in the world
needless to thoroughly remold myself
or play with any new pornography
these years I have been fed by irrelevant things
—— with my chance plus her chance
this meeting drowns us in pain
just as I read Li Shangyin for the first time at fifteen
by the small fountain, all my organs burned slightly
someone called me, but I hardly replied ——
in one breath I ran to the ruined wall
that went beyond any explanation
the decapitation strike in autumn got started
a gang of headless men crossed the river with lanterns
through the bank that was piled with ripraps
only farmers were headless? it was also true of officials
they overturned their official documents
and the imperial seal like dried-blood rolled out from sleeves
workers climbed on the iron framework for electricity transmission
higher and higher, and finally they vanished into the clouds
in the early winter, they would return with newly-grown heads
and a bulk of broken bones beyond identification
they crowded around the iron furnace with strong evaporation
rubbed their hands, and said nothing but obedient and subdued words
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