<p class="ql-block">中国先锋艺术论坛。</p><p class="ql-block">作者：依尔福elford。</p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:18px;">北陵</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">盖上盖子的棺材</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;"> 已经睡过了时辰</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">蜡烛的穿白色婚纱的新娘已到风烛残年</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">她正在落山的眼窝</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;"> 有一条白蛇向外爬</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">没有比这扭动的理由</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">更像海底的热带植物，在滑稽的风景中</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">几个女人吹起金光闪闪的小号</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">身高不过四拃</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">五月即将到来，长生不老是神话</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">星星的精液，这悲哀</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">让我兴奋！</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">一幅空中拍摄的照片传来悦耳的流水声</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">那排椅子不用买返程票了</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">拿薪水的人在郊外一幢未标记的楼里</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">那地方有人叫天庭</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">有人称它为历史</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:18px;">NORTH MAUSOLEUM</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">A coffin with its lid closed</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">already overslept</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Candle’s bride in a white wedding gown, has reached her twilight years</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">and her eye sockets of the setting sun</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">a white snake crawls outward</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">No reason for this writhing</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">more like tropical plants under the sea, in a comical landscape</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">A few women blow golden trumpets</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">no taller than four spans</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">May is approaching; immortality is a myth</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">The semen of the stars, this sorrow</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">excites me!</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">An aerial photograph carries the melodious sound of flowing water</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">that row of chairs no longer needs return tickets</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Salaried workers in an unmarked building on the outskirts</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">some call that place Heaven</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">others call it History</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p>