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手術房內
我不是走在太空上 何以會撞到流星
洗禮後 我的左臉變成 乾涸的沼澤
淤血成泥濘 不修的鬍髭成杉木
一張全然陌生的插圖 似乎 不曾認識
痛 是一種哲學
麻痹 是一種經驗
我的左腳 是一道不能伸向的河流 不能屈就成湖泊
膝蓋也成了一個 礦口
有幾個員工在那處 商議著 如何去開拓?
In Surgery
I am not walking in the sky Why got stroke by a meteor?
After a rite of baptism My left face becomes a dry swamp
Blood silting into muddiness Mustaches unshaven as pine and fir
A wholly strange of an inserting map It seems as if I have never recognized
Pain is A sort of philosophy
Paralysis is A sort of experience
My left leg Is a river cannot extend Cannot bend into lakes
The knee also becomes an entrance Of a mine
There some workers Discussing How to exploit?
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