I take the elevator from an underground parking lot
up to sea level
deep thoughts continuing up, through blue color
like doctors you can't stop
them, deciding my whole life:
the road to success
the season's unrelated to a boy's shout
he's growing up, he knows
how to wound others in his dreams
Bei Dao, Forms of Distance, David Hinton (trad.), New Directions Books, 1994.
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