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传唤什么东西?传唤什么人?全能的上帝,你盲目地穿过羊毛似的烟霞的天边,那滨海省份的堡垒上面铜色鳞甲的海市蜃楼。穿过燃烧在河床上的藤蔓的烟雾或者穿过朦胧教堂的蓝色的没药树,向永远为话语所掩蔽的达不到的小山谷,那里我们两个裸体跪着,为一个不真实的春天所净化。没有智慧的苹果,在漫长的环行路上,从地面到天空,又从天空到陶工的泥土的干了的血。被剥夺了预言的继承权,中午在一棵比任何希望更坚强的松树下面吃着面包。
What to summon? Who to summon? Almighty God, you pass blindly through the woolly haze of heaven, above the fort of the coastal province above the copper-clad scales of mirage. Through the smoke of vines burning in the riverbed, or through the myrrh tree of the blue church of the misty churches, to the unreachable little valley forever hidden in words, where our two nudges kneel for an untrue Spring purified. Wisdomless apple, on the long ring road, from the ground to the sky, and from the sky to the potter’s dry soil of the blood. Was deprived of the prophetic inheritance, and ate bread at noon on a pines firmer than any hope.