Iˇ¦ve got no heart today. At work I donˇ¦t need a heart.
Move
around my body neatly.
I donˇ¦t laugh, I donˇ¦t cry. Iˇ¦m just like this from living.
BecauseˇXI gave my heart a vacation. My bodyˇ¦s become very light.
Just
canˇ¦t pass through the heart.
Iˇ¦ve turned out like this today. I walk the streets with the after-work crowds.
This heart doesnˇ¦t have to work. Unsteady standing, unsteady walking.
Canˇ¦t
come out from the heart.
As for myself, see me as the night. From the shirt a button falls.
Donˇ¦t have to place it in the body. From where will I emerge?
Language
conveys no emotion.
As for others, see me as the day. The wind swirls on my chest.
Place it on windowsill. From the space between two document files?
Words
are just expressionless.
Day and night are chaos. The wind has lost direction. I pull tight my shirt.
Let it go. In the morning check out the view. Doors are slanted, walls stacked
upon themselves.
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.
In the afternoon take a nap. The manager says: ˇ§Come out. Come out of your
heart.ˇ¨
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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