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旷野诗选
Wilderness Anthology

Cancer

Dancing with shackle,
praise aloud desperately.
Being imprisoned in cage,
play on strings of dusty musical instrument.

It is irresistible destiny
in twisted human nature.

Discerning from the rift,

it is a soul suffered from cancer
in rust and degeneration
with all stinky
crawling maggots.

So everyone is! So everyone is!

I would rather live
to enjoy crowds

at streets and lanes,
hustling and bustling in beatific mirth.
Stooping down,
discover a newly-budded grass

and take off disguise.

I would rather live
to observe a thin wisp of smoke

straggling up from kitchen chimneys of a house,
under where women

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