It is already enough. Right? Haha.

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Verbiage1 and Compass

1.
Tho old codes will revive in my body
Those incoming mysterious parts are looking forward into
My pale shadow that disappears in the pinpoint of this world demonstrating
The enchantment itself on the lorn heaven’s forehead

To new successors: they are more lonely and devout
Walking in the siege of privations we can not see, the gift
We left to them can’t help anything, even the solid oars
Have the possibility of transforming into the overcast/burden

I am anxious at those we can’t see in these days
Yet forget the tragedies hidden in the existence
I should fight with the presence, returning today non-exist objects
Back to those far away, and today we will finish the job of constant dread

This moment is the golden time for you to return home
That kind of bronze is flying in the center of the woods
I have in your exquisite description with a soft voice
Seen the everlasting balance between the magnificence and us

2.
The old tradition is lost in our hands
We are innocent, nor depressed. No one could criticize us
The way it is. The thought of woe is even worse than the truth
We only lost the scenery of the past time, yet we are still on the road

From the broad road to the trail, from the leading actor to the supporting role
The transients regret their lost salon, but we the proletarian
If we belong to proletarian, are born into this world, what
Can we complain? The beauty of a plastic rose is still a beauty

After all the eternal truth is settled. What would happen next
We are not capable to see. Our suspects are full of traps
Yet today, today we are living in a secluded corner
The wit still can hear our faint murmur out of the noise

The shape looks negligible, but the most developed human being mixture
Has not formed yet. I knew it: that contains the component
Even if it is not the core of the core, is the most profound grain
In every fine grain there lives a soul, even if decayed, still ghostly overlapping2

Show us the mirage, in the machine, in the flying spaceship
We are able to accept novel inventions, including sins, and tears in the new world
We will survive in the apathetical smile, and the constantly changed cause
When we review today’s anxiety, fear, confusion, and degeneration　　

3
You will find the chain-ring puzzle3 within the inconsistent facts
Yet the chain-ring puzzle contains clear order that I do not have any insight
Even the chain-ring puzzle itself fell into the turbid stream of imagination
And the fact, is it a straight log?

Swing over the head, herd to the prairie
From the lowerland. Does it matter I see it or not?
Return to the internal silence, those are still in silence
Covering my face. Nothing is sophisticate

Emphasize one of them, emphasis is transient
The eternity lines up, the balance has thousands of scales
Endless scales, endless balance, and this balance
Exhibiting a tiny clue in the reality, exists in my heart

I wish it is not a bubble melting into thin air, instead an ordinary person
Who exists, from his handwriting, which I can read
Yet you still can’t tell if I had the confidence or made my mind
I only know I already started the journey, on a piece of paper towel

4.
Anything could survive, with a fairy tale and a trademark
On its face. I don’t care about your right, nor protect
The arrangement and position of words in my heart
The machine extracting abstract, follows him. Curtains up!4

The followings are under the lead of four seasons, to some extent
Also in your hand, so I have some humble concerns
I know it is a part of the caecum. Being
A irresolute chess player, with one chessman in my left hand, I am taking another one on my right hand

I know clearly the tendency in my future, but why
Can’t I see the magnificent presence? The twisted presence
And the grandiose past? The sand neglected in the ivy leaves
Are counted one by one, but I have no idea what to do with them

Tangled with time, the fragility, and clogged darkness
Casted in the shadow, pass away into unknown world
It is almost the destiny. I am unwilling yet innocent
To do anything. Maybe better sit down to get a brief rest

5.
Facing to the unfamiliar object, at least it looks like
One part of the secluded street. I picked up one
To get in, maybe there is no way in, and I was forced out
With a bowl of dirty water, leftover, and an angry cry

If I can get in, it doesn’t matter if any accident
Happens, even with the finale of death
Though it is too extreme, not an iota of the possibility
I can imagine approximately what may happen next

A little child knows nothing, with deep sorrow
Trapped in a little prison with iron bar apart him from the rest of the world
Please Sir, let me out, I will buy whatever you have
Several coins rolling sadly on the ground

Maybe a lady, filled with lust, is much more
Sedate5. Soft encounter, slips away
Away. The apathetical group, farewell to, all
like a wisp of marijuana smoke, and will be forgotten

A machine, why not a space like a machine?
If the stuff is exactly the same as in your bag
How funny it is when you get back home?
What have you sold to the world? On this pile of trash

The conscience, and the raindrop related to the conscience
Fell off from the forehead, into the heart: in the winter
Crying in the cold, I became another kind of Hippie6
On the snow road, wishing for an opening for my living and peace

6.
Does it make any sense discussing the center of the storm while standing outside the storm?
We are far away from the outside, even out of our bodies
Let them discuss their gardens, terrain, earth, and songs of insects
We are here with us, and we will tell who wants to listen

They already exist, oh no, they were born along with you
In your drab darkness, their sensitive ear have already caught up the richness
Like the most marvelous section of the song. Meditating upon the bitter wine7
The alcohol in the core, how could you tell the taste?

Although the shapes are similar, I can’t find the test paper
That already changed, like the difference of flights of one inch and five thousand feet
It is not the pose, neither the color that we want. Only the range
Within the range, we escaped from the prison

Where did I stand, when talking about the core?
I: comparing with the outsider, am the same. Where is he who is depressed
For us? Yet he in the core keeps silent
They have their problems to deal with, but they don’t have to tell us

7.
Acting like us, I in fact is still the one and the group
Similar like his shadow and ghost, concealing himself
From the loneliness, literally, to choose the powerful
Lies, yes lies, makes the loneliness satisfied

So expose the part I can’t control at the tail, how
to unmask my own trick? My opinion about the next generation is: in fact there are
a whole bunch of different people, with the names of priests, or sailors
which doesn’t matter. And I don’t care what kind of titles they wear

They passing by, now and then, I will
Show my principle, but not the time in the past
Representing part of the public. Maybe it really means it
My direction looks more uniformed that the season

More like my brother’s name, in winter, I initiate
The story with the longing tone: it is not the decade, I must
Clarify, not the decade, but the sandbag of the time
A endless fissure along my finger

8.
My life is full of various miracles
In the ear-shape wood chamber, in the thick shadow of plum flowers
No one can see her soft dancing posture
When the world sinks into the aged wine, splashing the red halo on top the head

She is in my lung, but I am crazy about the elf
She is in my stomach, but I fell deeply into my dream
So pity, we lost the last chance to escape
The red-hair child, opens his eyes, disappears in oblivion

Every miracle, has one wisp of black mystery
Every mystery, has one layer of drawers with fortune-wheel
On, and off. The ghosts parade in the moonlight
My shoulder is on your rejoicing and wet arm

Getting closer to the emptiness, for the last accomplishment
My firm and perfect shape conceals
My weak and timid heart. The flimsy coat
Drapes over my shoulder. In the finale, what flows away?

9.
Burn the map, shrink my size
The object expands, Oh no, only recovers
From the very beginning. I referred to the shape, not
The content. The inside story, who knows?

Priest? Sir? not, natural?
None of them. It is confirmed, so don’t say it again
Leave alone the sad story. From the basket
The gray snow piled at the corner, like a gray hound

The toy, the small gift left, what?
I don’t know, Tony. Don’t ask me, Jane
I know nothing about you. If you persist, it is only
Tears, in the sentimental dreams

You will see, I am sure you will, at the corner
One dog, stands up, circles around
The lovely bone, swims into the depth of
The light. The lovely bone, used to have
A full body, jumping, and laughing
On your earth. Oh no, don’t
Lead us the wrong way. Here we go, a dream
From there. A withered tree, reminisces about the past

10.
Push down further, along the last sentence, last word
Based on my humble talent, how could I reach the eternal line?
Even with the colorful illusion, I stopped at the third sentence, or
The second, that doesn’t have piles of broken porcelain, neither the shining light

Flood into the heart of the forth sentence and
Stop there, hanging in the middle. I only scribble
The great dedication finished in a sloppy way. Walking to the strange land
The history continues rolling without hesitation, with a broken chain

Tied in the cleavage between ribs, when will it break?
When will the disaster happen? Maybe
The first sentence, the first word predicts the future development
From the hidden engine, roars in the foaming room

We can not see, neither can we find
Under the direction of the god, the perfect shell, just like running across
A good guy. It is doomed, the behavior in the journeying
At this moment, you are doomed. Next moment, you are plummy.

11.
The particular time, that year, or the hour
will sink into oblivion. 1994, fresh?
Cherishable? For knowledgeable people on earth
Everything is old, before born into this world.

The original character, finally found by the ponderer
From the clueless lawn, not cheated, only disguised
Like the simple banquet in youth
Fell into abyss. Who can fish out the darkness?

With the help of the complicated machine? How long
Can we soak the direction? Why not just go ahead, like pundit
Glancing around, or taking off glasses to make the abstract
In the chequering light, the bible is impressed with shadow of flowers