At
work I donˇ¦t need a heart.
But I just canˇ¦tˇX Move around my body neatly.
I donˇ¦t laugh, I donˇ¦t cry. Iˇ¦m just like this from living.
My
bodyˇ¦s become very light.
Because Iˇ¦ve got no heart today. Just canˇ¦t pass through the heart.
Iˇ¦ve turned out like this today. I walk the streets with the after-work crowds.
Unsteady
standing, unsteady walking.
The eyes reveal no emotion. Canˇ¦t come out from the heart.
As for myself, see me as the night. From the shirt a button falls.
From
where will I emerge?
Eyebrows express nothing. Language conveys no emotion.
As for others, see me as the day. The wind swirls on my chest.
From
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I will be rational as hair. Words are just expressionless.
Day and night are chaos. The wind has lost direction. I pull tight my shirt.
Doors
are slanted, walls stacked upon themselves.
All combed in one direction. Broken fluorescent lights donˇ¦t matter, broken
clocks donˇ¦t matter.
Blow the blackness of the night into the day. Discover the concave chest is
cold.
The
manager says: ˇ§Come out. Come out of your heart.ˇ¨
Guide the wind in one direction. The 9-to-5-ers are busy as usual.
Blow the whiteness of the day into the night. Itˇ¦s true, need a heart to fillˇK.
Not passing through my heart.
Not coming out from the heart.
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