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一个冗长的故事

               兀鹰

独自盘旋在高空

垂直俯冲下来

爪子抓住猎物

这表明，它里面的货物已清空

熟悉死亡的屠夫，忙于

制定各种假设

冰镇的月夜，肚脐流出一条暗河

你知道,无论多么寂静的水果

都有核

深沉的灵魂，过去的影子

掌管着一支军队

鱼儿般完美地麋集在死亡的欲望中

像一个忏悔的女人

渴望超脱肉身

现在我还是不明白

那个老是盘旋和审视我的滴滴答答钟摆一样的东西

到底是什么

峡谷的入口就是它身体的入口

      我从未见过什么东西比它更成熟，冰冷得

像石头。它死了，它是自己死的

       你无法得到它杂草丛生的灵魂

      但，它撒谎了

如果世界是一个球

               我们为什么没有从上面掉下来

A LENGTHY SOTRY

A vulture

circling alone high in the sky

swooping down vertically

grabbing the prey in its talons

shows the goods in it have been emptied

The butcher, familiar with death, busy

to formulate various hypotheses

A dark river flows from the navel of a chilled moonlit night

you know, no matter how silent the fruit is

it has a core

A deep soul, a shadow of the past

is in charge of an army

fish-like perfectly gathered in the desire of death

like a remorse woman

eager to detach the flesh

Now I still don’t understand 

which ticking pendulum-like always hovering and scrutinizing me

what is that? 

The entrance to the canyon is the entrance to its body

I have never seen anything more mature and cold

than a stone. It is dead, it died on its own

you can't get its weedy soul

But, it lies. If the world is a ball

why didn't we fall 

from it