没有太阳，光却降临Light breaks where no sun shines

Light breaks where no sun shines;
Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart push in their tides;
And, broken ghosts with glowworms in their heads,
The things of light file through the flesh where no flesh decks the bones.
A candle in the thighs warms youth and burns the seeds of age;
Where no seed stirs,
The fruit of man unwrinkles in the stars,
Bright as a fig;
Where no wax is, the candle shows its hairs.
dawn breaks behind the eyes;
From poles of skull and toe the windy blood
Slides like a sea;
Nor fenced, nor staked, the gushers of the sky
Spout to the rod
Divining in a smile the oil of tears.
Night in the sockets rounds,
Like some pitch moon, the limit of the globes;
Day lights the bone;
Where no cold is, the skinning gales unpin
The winter’s robes;
The film of spring is hanging from the lids.
Light breaks on secret lots,
On tips of thought where thoughts smell in the rain;
When logics die,
The secret of the soil grows through the eye,
And blood jumps in the sun;
Above the waste allotments the dawn halts.

没有太阳，光却降临，
没有大海，心潮却涌动。
破碎的鬼魂头颅中萤火虫飞舞；
没有血肉装点的枯骨，
光明之手在肌肤间穿行；
大腿上的烛火，
温暖了青春却燃尽了岁月的萌芽。

没有种子的蠢蠢欲动，
人的果实却在群星中舒展，
像无花果一般辉煌。

没有蜡油，烛火的秀发飘荡,
黎明在双瞳之后绽放，
呼啸的血液贯通全身，
海流一般滑行。

凝重的天空肆无忌惮的对着魔杖喷薄，
微笑着探寻眼泪的矿藏。
夜幕深陷眼窝，
像倾斜的月光，限制了疆域。

白昼照亮枯骨，驱散严寒，
侵入肌肤的狂风解开冬天的长袍，
春天的薄幕及时悬挂在眼睑。

光降临于神秘的命运之骰和指尖的闪念，
思维在雨中弥漫。
当逻辑死亡，
土地的秘密在眼中绽放，
血液在阳光中奔腾，
黎明止息在废墟的命定之殇。