In the backyard of reality
We equalized our problem, pencil and pain.
A bold of lightning passed
through a thick layer of milk; I intended to
drink it more than anyone else did.
My mind drifted near the ground like a piece of paper
To resurrect under this bloody hill;
Angels, roosters, temples
Spinning out of my mind.
It's getting darker each day.
Meanwhile corpses reviving.
在真象的后院
我们平衡麻烦、铅笔和痛苦。
一道闪电穿
过一层厚厚的牛奶；我坚持要
喝下它，比任何人更坚持。
我的心思贴着地面飘象一张纸
在流血的小山下复苏；
天使、雄鸡、庙宇
自记忆里飞旋而出。
每天都在变得更暗。
同时死尸一具具复活。
A playground of modernistic nothingness,
Sheʼs happy with it, head full of fragments and
Cosmetics, childish poems.
If they left, leaving nothing
There,
Would she reappear
as a virgin,
Or fade away with them altogether?
Who cares? Not me.
Itʼs fair, and free.
现代虚无的游乐场，
她对此很乐意，满头碎片与
化妆品，幼稚的诗。
如果它们离开，留下乌有
在那里，
她是会重新
成为处女
还是会与它们一起逝去？
谁在乎？不是我。
这公平，也自由。
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