醒来，临街的窗户
                             保存着玻璃
                             那完整而宁静的痛苦
                             雨中渐渐透明的
                             早晨，阅读着我的皱纹
                             书打开在桌上
                             瑟瑟作响，好象
                             火中发出的声音
                             好象折扇般的翅膀
                             华美地展开，在深渊上空
                             火焰与鸟同在

                             在这里，在我
                             和呈现劫数的晚霞之间
                             是一条漂满石头的河
                             人影骚动着
                             潜入深深的水中
                             而升起的泡沫
                             威胁着没有星星的
                             白昼
                             在大地上画果实的人
                             注定要忍受饥饿
                             栖身与朋友中的人
                             注定要孤独
                             树根裸露在生死之外
                             雨水冲刷的
                             是泥土，是草
                             是哀怨的声音