不知何時
                                                                               
書寫成了一種變態的自我催眠
                                                                               
文字是跳躍的火燄
                                                                               
冥想  我跪坐在生霉的木頭桌前
                                                                               
過多的激情傷破紙葉  不絕地滲出血來
                                                                               
洩了一地的悲傷
                                                                               
在時光的縫隙  來回
                                                                               
奔流
      



依稀在魍魎的夢裡
                                                                               
叩問一隻叫做靈感的龜獸
                                                                               
卜一卦辭姻緣   鏤了幾文甲骨
                                                                               
枯索著如何將詭譎的天機
                                                                               
用思念結繩
                                                                                
                                                                                
                                                                                
                                                                                
                                                                                
如果可以
                                                                               
請將我的生命幻化成一彎明月
                                                                               
寂寞會在眼虹中異常地發光
                                                                               
在她冰封雪凍的心坎裡  冷冷地

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