birth of a white night

translated by PLS

in bed, i witness

the escape of ten million stars

night brutal as usual

sultry as usual

in a dream, i am again a

laminated fish

forcing out a corridor chewed by tusks

then a sinking yet un-sprouted body

what belongs to tonight

should all be handed to the night

the first heartbeat, breath

analogy, lyricism

i can still shut my eyes, or be soaked

or migrate, to the age of seven, eight

to the light and warmth of the star

and the unmeasurable, opaque spirals

back then, everything should be white

because my memory/oblivion

aren’t as abundant/dangerous as fish

piercing pain.

at last i welcome another ten million stars/scales

the ten millionth time of

sinking/waking.