Borealis flood, and all of night, unleashed

整夜，极光泛溢在目光

at the eye’s diluvian hour. Our bone-

垂重的时刻。 我们用足以粉碎骨头的

broken will, countering the flow

意志力数遍血液中

of stones within our blood: vertigo

流淌的石头：晕眩

from the helium heights

在语言缺氧的高度。

of language.

明天：一条开满

Tomorrow: a mountain road

金雀花的山路。阳光轻盈

Lined with gorse. Sunlight

点缀岩石的缝隙，无法呼吸时

in the fissures of rock. Lessness.

仿佛我们只要呼一口气。

As if we could hold a single breath

to the limit breath.

那里没有乐土。

There is no promised land.