城市在暗黑的斗篷內

傾瀉孤微火光

十八分一秒的閃動

樊籠內非常的眼光亂老竄

遊走街上逃避另一個聲音呼喚

卻踫上了學飛的小精靈

 

彷彷彿彿

不凡的梵音鼓動拍動的翼

別人流淚時她淚流不已

是飄往別世前的戀眷

還是感召離世前的愉悅

彷彿彷彿

 

寂寞的天地任她們的蕩翔

一聲叫喊

悶雷

把未融合的十拍慢、慢互扣

是精靈是天使是凡人

再看不到在那裡終結

 

忽然　鬧市她奕叉肯定的步伐

嗅不著三尺前的精靈

是認知塵世的海

還是脫了俗世的臍帶

誰又能回答？

只好想

 

-譚健宇

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Inside the dark cape

city is blinking

with twinkles flashing

The untamed eyes, trapped in foreign time, and glancing

every one-eighteen second

To escape from an alien summon she runs

runs into a toddling elf

 

When the night comes …

the enchanting psalm accelerates the vibrating wings

her tear descends when she weeps

is it her nostalgia before floating to the Newfoundland?

is it her ecstasy after enrolled in the Noah?

When the night comes…

 

Asleep planet they wander with wings

A shout

the smoldering thunder

catalyzes the ten fingers to blend slowly, slowly

Who the angel the elf the human are

doesn’t matter anymore

 

Suddenly, she marches across the awaken city

can’t even sense her elf three feet away

Was the angel drowned with the ordinary beings?

or has she flown far away?

Who knows the answer?

Only if the Angel doesn’t die

 

-Daniel Tam