中国先锋艺术论坛。作者：elford。

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贪婪地在郊外扎根

绕着

数字的啾鸣

和一个轴，编造预算合理的目的地

孩子的纸风车依然呼啸

着转动，她是否相信

目标在抛弃的肢体之间穿行

一把旋转的刀片

上面有白色的血，像从肉中取出骨头。他渴望

一种树脂状物质

凭借心头涌出的矛盾感情

说着空洞的言辞。波浪的日子

一个怀疑论者习惯性地

眯起眼睛

而寒冷的暴风雨像钉子

钉入黑夜

并对我的无知表示同情

我已不是

以前的我，我已成为陌生人

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Greedily rooted in the suburbs

chirps

around the numbers

and an axis, to make up budget-reasonable destinations

The child’s pinwheel is still whistling

and turning, whether or not she believe

that the target travels between abandoned limbs

A rotating blade

there was white blood on it, like bone removed from flesh. He craves 

a resinous substance 

that conflicting feelings surging in his heart

spoke vague and general words. the day of waves

a skeptic habitually 

squints his eyes

and the cold storm is like a nail

nailed into the night

And sympathize with my ignorance

I am not what

I used to be, I have become a stranger

             ——written in Seattle