有一種姿勢眼看即將展開：

A stance about to form:

露水點滴蒸發，太陽淹遲淪陷為了

drop by drop the dew

反覆重來。背對那個方向

burns off, the sun once more declines

鶴他預言地站立

so it may rise.

或許將對我們宣告

A crane, oracular, faces west

有些啟示，一個物種界外彷彿

as if in prophecy, its cold, alien gaze

陌生的異類先行者以同樣的

branched from countless chances.

冷眼回望那偶發的次情節

See in the wind that stark shape,

暴亂的訴求──

first to last rare as our own.

認知這時風中

Dawn glows through lifted wings,

和我一樣稀有的始終

shaped yet shapeless. From the depth

是這種不可或忘的嶙峋之姿

of all losses, grief

或掀動兩翼於朝暉裏作有形與無之舞

is a piercing cry.

以一聲長唳發自我們失落的九皋深處