Eye | 眼
Memory, blurred and dim. Bearing tourists on its back, running itself dry, flies and mucus coil around the corners of its eyes; inside the pupils, a pitch-black space.
O lowered eyelids— chaotic, heavy memory gallops across the open field, rolling through mud soaked with rain. At every flash of lightning, every crash of thunder, listen with the eyes.
More than a century ago, that forebear in Turin once sent its gaze straight through, wiring itself in series with the pupils of a genius. And now, there are no longer any living eyes.
记忆，朦朦胧胧的 驮着游客，奔跑到枯竭 眼角索绕着蚊蝇与黏液 瞳孔里是黝黑的空间
低垂的眼睑啊 混乱沉重的记忆 旷野上奔腾 浸满雨水的泥泞地里翻滚 每个电闪雷鸣， 用眼聆听
百年多前，那匹都灵的先祖 也曾直射、串联 天才的瞳仁 而今，再也没有 活着的眼
