He opens wide a third eye.
He opens wide a third eye, the star above his head.
Warm currents from both East and West have formed an archway.
The expressway passes through the setting sun.
Two mountain peaks have ridden the camel to collapse.
Its skeleton has been pressed deep down into a layer of coal.
He sits in the narrow cabin underwater, calm as ballast.
Schools of fish around him flash and gleam.
Freedom, that golden coffin lid, hangs high above the prison.
The people queuing behind the giant rock
are waiting to enter the emperor's memory.
The exile of words has begun.
无题 他睁开第三只眼睛
那颗头上的星辰
来自东西方湘湘的暖流构成了拱门
高速公路穿过落日
两座山峰骑垮了骆驼
骨架被压进深深的煤层
他坐在水下狭小的舱房里
压舱石般镇定
周围的鱼群光芒四射
“自由”那黄金的棺盖高悬在监狱上方
在巨石后面排队的人们
等待着进入帝王的记忆里 词的流亡