流星
一切參數早已設定就緒
只存在正半軸，這第四維度
未來一如過去義無反顧
我側耳傾聽時間
流逝，有一顆星
孤懸於神的手中
深夜獨行，西北方
意識邊境的松林，我看見
第一顆打火石被教堂放逐
燃燒信仰，你過載的願望
身軀，用絕望擦亮
那是對世界最後的抵抗
仍然要前行，即使
塵灰充斥摩擦
速度：不悔的決心
我想起你將擁有的輝煌
永恆，彼時眾人祈禱：
「一切安好，死亡從不存在」
此刻遠方隱約傳來一陣獅吼
獨行之錯誤，參數之錯誤
不合時宜之錯誤
松樹集體搖擺，莊嚴的審判
你的罪行被朗讀，在風中
任何筆跡都過於倉促
一切早已設定就緒。除了
無常隨機打磨無常的形狀
自大地仰觀，宇宙依然沉默
永恆的思維解離出幾撇剎那
松葉顫動又止，你
劃過天際
(第三十屆建中紅樓文學獎新詩組二獎作品)
Meteor
All the parameters were set long ago. Only the positive axis exists in this fourth dimension.
The future, like the past, moves forward without hesitation.
I lean my ear toward time as it flows, and somewhere within that passage
a star hangs alone in the hand of God.
Walking alone at midnight, toward the northwest—
in the pine forest at the borderlands of consciousness, I see
the first flint stone exiled by the church.
Faith catches fire; your overclocked wish, your body polished by despair,
this is the last resistance offered to the world.
Still we must go on, even when dust fills the friction.
Velocity: the resolve that refuses regret.
I remember the brilliance that will one day belong to you.
Eternity—when the crowd begins to pray:
“All is well. Death has never existed.”
From somewhere far away comes the faint roar of a lion.
The error of walking alone, the error of parameters, the error of untimeliness.
The pine trees sway together in a solemn tribunal;
your crimes are read aloud in the wind,
every handwriting already too hurried.
Everything had long been prepared, except
impermanence randomly carving the shape of impermanence.
Looking upward from the earth, the universe remains silent.
Eternal thought fractures into a few strokes of the instant.
The pine needles tremble once and fall still—
and you cut across the sky.