◎Li Xiuhui

◎Li Xiuhui

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I touched the wooden table and tried to

Loot its lines and write on your fingers

Become an identity, a word, the root of the tongue

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Trying to lay flat on the bed, one last time

Like an old ship that refuses to sail

Copy with hair

Soaked in saliva and insomnia, every wrinkle

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I allow it to embed in me, the water in the glass

Disintegrate from within.Enter the body and blood vessels

The pupils of water are filled with mountains

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I allow it to embed me

That sunny bookcase, forever

facing the mountain

I’m between their sights

Eating, having sex, and yelling at each other

――There is a kind of vastness

Over time, the pores become clogged

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Now, I practice saying goodbye over and over again

――I am a person who chooses and comes and goes.

I rented this place for a short time and was unexpectedly given

The greatest generosity a room can give

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And it’s just eternity.

Eternally open to birds, eternally welcoming

Another farming of love and cold weapons

Carrying the next person’s exclamation and loneliness

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It was me who turned around.

But trying to copy everything, greedily wanting to lead me to every latitude and longitude

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Until a cicada sheds.

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It reminds me to copy everything

――Completely, copy everything

Contains the most important thing this window brings to me

Vision: See clearly your palm prints and the extent that your fingernails can extend

farthest place

――That’s the limit of what I can take away

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I allowed my fingers to grab the curtain

Pull up, the final translation of the end of civilization

Remembered and lost forever:

Insect wings and wind, abnormally dependent on each other

Mountains are the dawn of polyphony

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