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捷径
October 18, 2026
I stretch the shortcut days with sound
sashaying to the wind’s largesse,
humming to bee buzz and the hoots,
我用声音拉长捷径般的日子，随风的慷慨摇曳，哼着调子应和蜂鸣与枭叫，
my lonely intervals, the hour’s echo,
something understood; maybe
this world sorrow will leave off
我孤独的间歇，时辰的回声，某种被领会的东西；也许这世间的悲伤终会止息
but not yet, not here. I can’t stop
crying. It is so starched out here,
low notes and woodsmoke,
但不是现在，不是这里。我止不住哭泣。这里如此僵硬挺括，低沉的音符与木烟，
my old stutter returning.
I can’t remember how to reach
the end of my own sentences
我旧日的口吃又回来了。我记不起如何抵达自己句子的结尾
because they keep tuning
and retuning the beginning sense
as if I may never glide another tone
因为它们不停地调校又调校开头的意味，仿佛我再也无法滑出另一个音
into the rhythm of my spine
holding words up, grinding a design.
Such surplus there is already.
融入我脊柱的节奏，那节奏托举着词语，研磨出图案。已有如此多的盈余。