路标《》/北林
向前,向前,向前…
双向对流的路贴在白昼的湖底。
石子,沥青,
各种几何形状的提示;
两侧的实线岸堤一样结实。没有什么标注
浪花追逐的眩晕。
帆船头部的破浪之神,这形象
雕塑在城市广场中心。
街道在这里联通并消融。
他,这双唯一的眼睛, 凝视虚空——
凝视在四周窗子朝向他的凝视当中。
万无一失。所有的凸凹以及星星
已拆迁进了影像。
我在途中。
黑暗与透明是同一个
僵局:起点与终点距离相等。
黄昏时你可曾撞到金光穿林的胜景?
一道道光栅,一条条秘径,沉默
如同黄金。
沉默如同香烟明灭
映红的面孔。
Road Sign《》/ 北林
Headlong, headlong, headlong…
the two way flowing road sticks to the bottom of daylight lake.
Asphalt and gravel, warnings with geometric shapes;
the unbroken lines on both side
are as solid as river banks. There are no marks
to show the white dizziness of chasing waves
The figurehead of sailboat, this image
was sculpted in the centre of city square.
Streets are connected and dissolved
here. He, the only pair of eyes, heavily
dig into emptiness as four sides’ windows dig into him
No risk at all. All crests and crevices have been taken photographs,
as well as stars to mark the universe.
I’m on the way , a stalemate
that is equally far from start and finish;
that acts the way as black and transparent.
Have you ever bumped into the sunset magnificently walking the dense forest?
Beams of golden light, passages of secret path, silent
as gold
Silent as the puffing cigarette
that aglow face. |