I will no longer revel in the dark of night. But night is always there.
Therefore, now I am insane.
And the dreamworld? It’s no superstition. The odd thing is:
like ping pang kitchen noises, the dreamworld is also constantly present.
Half-awakened, my pupils turned to cool tangerines!
Really, I’m still alive, conflicted, chaotic, and soft...
If the searing heat can blind and deafen, then great:
if thermal underwear is a cloak of invisibility, then great.
Friends, do not be mistaken, I’m talking about the white hot, blazing sun.
I’m trimming greens, on the root of the onion there are two hoof-shaped
mud stains....no need to tell anybody, it’s enough to carve out the offending flesh.
There are too many quiet matters in this world, and so it is insane.
What’s crazier: under the vast, starry sky, a great tree
has been felled many times, but the axehead, it still stands there gleaming!
