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After long silence, a leave falls on an empty seat. It makes the only sound between the two glaciers. *** After long silence come the numbness and then the transfiguration, old deeds partly forgotten, and the newly-sprung fiction that fills up gaps and folds. Reticence nourishes it. Like grapevine it grows from the back of your mind and folds your eyes unaware. It offers succulent grapes by the ears. They smells good. *** After long silence, and the heat's over... After the ghost slips away off your sight... You know you seem to see something in the thousand faces you've met, but another leave falls on another chair in the cold cold wind. That has become a habit, the desire to see the thing passing off your sight, to search for something fleeting, as if you'll catch it when you suddenly look back and you can grin at it triumphantly. But all you see: dried grapes dangling after long silence, after the heat's over... -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 119.77.202.56 ※ 編輯: yuuyh 來自: 119.77.202.56 (02/09 10:33)
spacedunce5: 02/09 11:00
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