At midnight white paper demands

白紙在午夜加倍索要

like some ancient soul.

如同某個古老的靈魂

The ritual lamp lifts higher.

燈的儀式更高！

How I fear this moment

我是如此害怕這一刻

to face you

與你面對

as a witness you sought for years.

彷彿一位被你尋找多年的證人

Right words earn favor.

舉足輕重的言說將帶來轉機

(Who can say they won’t spill

（誰又能說世界不會因此跌入虛無？）

the world toward nothing?)

天平要求對稱，也許

Scales seek balance,

將把我從這光榮的席位上呵退

and may drive me from this splendid seat.

尺度。光。盲夜。鑽頭……

Dimensions. The luminous. Blind night. Drill bit.

那麼多無畏的觸點

So many brave points split boulders,

打通暗道，扳動巨石——

pierce the hidden path.

黑暗顱腔的淤血

Clotted blood of the unlit skull,

不小心打穿了海膽

by chance the sea urchin speared,

筆尖，突然沖出狹窄的火山

the pen’s slender tip volcanic.

偉大的阻力從不辜負歡樂的源泉

Great resistance can’t stall joyous spring.

白紙——黑字

White paper, black strokes.

夜的結構禁不住發生了變化

Night’s shifting frame,

而詞語的排浪仍在洶湧

words rolling in like waves,

何等的大盜將占領

what thief would claim

「破曉」——神聖的門檻

daybreak’s sacred sill?