牆上的畫布
刮刀堆疊白色
膨脹的海波
一滴紅色的顏料
偶然由上而下流竄
像一道裂縫
劃開閉合的陳舊布幕
布幕後方躲藏
無限的探索
割裂的傷口
循著血跡
拉出一段沒有草圖的歷史

伸縮鏡頭
失焦表面的時空
無懈可擊的現實
掀開褪色的簾幕
疲倦的眼光
跨越歲月的斷層
像錄音帶
紀錄每一聲最後的嘆息

明白無誤的謊言
與神秘莫測的真理
是人間沸騰的力場
當強者衰弱不足以傷害弱者
弱者不得不堅強以離去
雪花如撕破的棉絮
飄落
各自穿著一雙不協調的鞋
顛簸雪地鮮紅的血跡
滴成一種記號

Behind the Curtain

Canvas on the wall
The scraper stacked the white color
Like the fermented waves
Dropped a red paint
Accidently fled from top to the button
Like a crevice
Slashed the stale closed curtain
Hiding behind the shade
Infinite the exploration
The opened wounds
Followed the bloodstain
Tracing a history without a draft

The zoom shot
Defocused the surface of time and space
The impeccable reality
Lifted the curtain faded in color
The fatigue eyes
Strode over the fault of passing years of time
Like the tape
Recorded the last sigh of every sound

Realized the unmistakable lie
And the enigmatic truth
Is a boiling force of mortal
When the strong was feeble not to hurt the weak
The weak could not but leave in fortitude
The snowflakes drifted like
The torn cotton fiber
Each wore a pair of uncoordinated shoes
Stumbling the scarlet red bloodstain on snow
Dripped into a token

（photo of Helen Menkin）