行动还是死亡

Do you where all this ends? The ropes of cable cars, the underwater current, the breath we exhale turning into mist – we only look back. The indecisive typing of other things in different categories: the weaving patterns of abaca, colored orange, purple, red, and blue. We turn it to a fan, and below it the charcoal grill blackening the barbecue meat. There is no season to long for here. Natives do not know about the cycles the others had to go through, the freezing of water droplets into snow. We name places after saints, in their Spanish form. I would never think that the knife can be sharper using candlewax. The end of this all, I don’t know, too. Conquer me, passion, conquer these invasions of language, as if my entitlement to describing things against each other are not enough. I cannot own everything, the herbs, the pyres of Varanasi, the streudel, the river in Krasnoyarsk, the canoes roped by the riverside in Christchurch. I have not even been there, even at the point of entropy. Do you know? Do you know where this is heading – this sick reimagining of places? The bodies lying next to mine with hearts beating quicker than the slices of washed carrots using a samurai sword. The Faberge eggs are not yet stolen in a museum, and a beggar is flying over the expressway, and you’ll be jealous about the feat. And he’ll bring a colorful quilt, without having to use it as cape. A tsunami will hit England, but all of it will be spectacle for the Englishmen as they will ride the waves and settle in Iberia. Have you walked in your dreams? Because I was an acrobat there and I am travelling counterclockwise, every map diminishing back to the start of civilization, to the origin of sin. I pleasure myself with the prospect of losing grasp of the trapeze and falling into the safe wilderness of a safari – zebras and mountain lions crowding over me, proclaiming me as the king of their newfound salvation, I don’t want to look forward. Forward means the end and the taiko drums are beating their hard rumbles of c’est fin–

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