【遊吟詩稿】無奈的月光

他們已經慣了
牆是第三條腿
第二維度的依托
於是摸索，是定律契入塵世
是磨盤的絕對理性，無欲而剛
是天體隆隆運行，日複一日
把時光磨成了齏粉，一份份口糧
然而林中月光
目炫玫瑰的黑豹，踩著花瓣的步法
然而河麵上的雨點
誰的樂譜，流向一架多弦琴
喑啞的彈撥

"Helplessness"

They've grown used
To the wall being a third leg,
A support in second dimension.
Thus, fumbling being a law,
carved into mundane,
Like the millstone's absolute rationality,
Desirelessly unyielding,
Like celestial bodies rumbling along their trajectories,
Grinding time into fine powder,
Day after day,
Into portioned rations.

Yet, the moonlight in the forrest --
A black panther , with roses dazzling in its eyes,
Walks with the grace of fallen petals.

Yet, the raindrops on the river --
Whose music score is this，
flowing to silent plucking
On the strings of a harp？

[Florence101]

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