老瓦：无题

节过完了，牙口也闲了，那就再来酸一回：）

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无题

我说，美是距离
痛苦是时差
夜是一剂麻醉药
失眠是过量的
必须浪费的一段生命

你说，美是陌生
痛苦是熟悉
手指是守夜人的猛兽
声音是失聪的日子
又浮出的天使

我说，美是火花
痛苦是停滞的水
病是命中的一个结
梦是女巫转动着魔杖
承诺的一句咒语

你说，美是火舌
痛苦是逝去的水
心是赤裸裸的独白
言语是多余的
刹那生灭的任一种涵义

我说，美是火的焰心
痛苦是冰凉的水的肌肤
妒嫉是永不凋谢的花
死是紧紧拥抱的
冲破眼泪与体温的灵魂

你说，美是火的焰心
痛苦是衰老的水的面容
欲望是遮不住的光
记忆是埋在头顶上的
一杯来世的泥土

我说，美是火心的毒焰
痛苦是中毒后沉没的心跳
孤独是胭脂褪去的胎记
天堂是看得见的
唯恐握不住的一次旅行

你说，美是火心的毒焰
痛苦是解毒后苏醒的心跳
黎明是不期而至的神祗
天堂是握得住的
却无须睁开眼的一次旅行

我说，该你说了
你说 ……
……
我说呢？

Parables

I say, beauty is the distance,

sorrow is all the time zones apart,

night is a dosage for numbness,

and insomnia is a must

for a span of life overcharged with time.

You say, beauty is the strangeness,

sorrow is the closeness,

finger is a beast set free by night watchman,

voice is an angel who

looms above her days deafened.

I say, beauty is the sparkle,

sorrow is the stream of still motion,

illness is a knot boding well with fate,

dream is a spell made true

by a witch twirling her magic wand. 

You say, beauty is the blaze,

sorrow is the current fading into the past,

heart is a naked confession,

word is any worth of meaning

that flashes between cradle and crypt.

I say, beauty is the heart of fire,

sorrow is the skin of icy water,

envy is an everlasting life of flower,

death is the bonding of souls

that break through tears and body warmth.

You say, beauty is the heart of fire,

sorrow is the face of aged water,

desire is a light infiltrating but everywhere,

memory is a cup of dirt for the next life

to be buried over top of the head.

I say, beauty is the venom of fire,

sorrow is the sinking pulse of the poisoned,

solitude is a fainted birthmark,

heaven is a trip made of lucent crystals

which can be falling out of grip.

You say, beauty is the venom of fire,

sorrow is the waking heartbeat of whom detoxified,

dawn is a surprising holy arrival,

heaven is a journey to be embraced

only with eyes closed.

I say, it’s now your turn,

you say ……

……

is it again me?