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旷野诗选
Wilderness Anthology

Cave

We are all convicts in the cave,
being fastened at quondam spots.
Not allowed to return heads,
staring at sparse shadows

numbly at presence.

In a distance,
heavy footsteps come over to us.

Is that an insane slayer or a rugged monster?
In crashes and bumps,
would grotesque tools
be the omen of death or threatens?

Being in flurry and panic,
the solitude opposes to the chaos and turmoils,
is fact nothingness?

Being dull and drowsy,
is the only way out to nothingness?

In a twinkling,

shining with boundless radiance,
Chains ——
Crack in clang and clonk.
Hardly to stand up in dizziness,

you are enchanted to become delirious.
With freedom in arms,

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