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一路上

无形的大手

在后面推

不能自主

也不知往何方

没完没了的队... 

进了这里

说是几天

或许更长

短短的一生

剩下无几

又被抹去了一块

惊悚 沮丧... 

小窗

是个失误

迟早会被纠正

踡缩在床上

像条蚕

吐着结实乳白的丝

却把自己裹了起来... 

不怪神

是人自己... 

也许

很快会变成飞蛾

离开这里

只怕禁锢了太久

眼不明

翅不硬

还能飞多远呢？

Confinement 

By Ken Fan 

All this way, 

An invisible giant hand

Has been pushing from behind, 

No way to control. 

Endless lines

Are heading towards the unknown. 

Entering here

For a few days, as told, 

Maybe longer. 

Such a brief existence, 

Very little left really, 

Yet still with another portion being removed, 

Terrified and dismayed... 

That tiny window

Must be an error

Should be corrected at any time. 

Nestled in the bed,

Like a silkworm,

Spitting those silks,

White and tenacious, 

And wrapping oneself inside. 

It's all men's fault,

Instead of God's.

Maybe

He would transform into a moth,

And run away from here.

But as being confined for too long,

The eyesight gets feeble,

And wings are already weak,

How far can you go?