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78 遗失 一个人遗失在信中。书中。 遗失在手离开后的灰尘里 以及椅子 灯光后 被用过的感情的轭具 以及列车呼啸而过的阴影—— 他有着树叶和云彩的形状 在他的脚印里 有着积水映出的四季的形状 有时,某人会带着他 在 沉重发炎的膝关节里—— 走向郊外 旧铁轨旁 在一丛被压倒的野蒿上 与另一个他相遇—— 一个人遗失在被他遗失的 一切事物中。 79 Lost A man is lost in letters. In books. Lost in the dust left by a hand and a chair behind a lit lamp a used yoke of feelings and the shadow of a train whizzing past — He has the shape of leaves and clouds In his footprint the shape of seasons reflected in a puddle Sometimes, someone will walk in a badly inflamed knee joint — to the suburbs near an old rail above the overwhelmed daisy fleabanes to meet another him — A man is lost in everything he’s lost. ...

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