反差
我没有目的
突然太阳在我的背后 预示着某种危险
我看见另一个我 穿过夜色和时间的头顶 吮吸苦养的阴凉 我看见我的手不在这里 它在大地黑色的深处 高举着骨质的花朵 让仪式中的部族 召唤先祖们的灵魂
我看见一堵墙在阳光下古老 所有的谚语被埋进了酒中 我看见当音乐的节奏爬满羊皮 一个歌手用他飘忽着火焰的舌头 寻找超现实的土壤
我不在这里,因为还有另一个我 在朝着相反的方向走去
Contrast
I have no goal
Suddenly the sun portends Some danger behind me
I see another me The top of a head stuck through night and time Sucking bitter buckwheat moonlight I see that my hand is not here But in the black depths of the earth Raising high a bone flower That the tribe in the rite may Summon the ancestors’ souls
I see a wall ancient in the sunshine All adages buried in drink I see as the music’s rhythm crawls through the fleece A singer searching with his tongue-tip of waving flame For transcendent loam
I am not here for there is another I Going off in the opposite direction |