"Anyone who cannot come to terms with his life while he is alive needs on hand to ward off a little his despair over his fate—he has little success in this—but with the other hand he can note down what he sees among the ruins, for he sees different (and more) things than do the others; after all, dead as he is in his own lifetime, he is the real survivor. This assumes that he does not need both hands, or more hands than he has, in his struggle against despair."--Kafka



Thursday, April 21, 2011

九龍公園游泳池

我原是世間其中的粒子
如何沖擊我都可以

二百年後這裡什麼也都不是
宇宙裡有什麼不是暫時?

就在我要離開這個瀑布時
我突然游得更加輕易
晚上折射到池底的燈光很美 但是
我都要離去不留戀到八時

我感受到心裡的悸動。MLA 長大了,我也長大了。死和離別,也不留戀。

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