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