平衡术
辽东天赖
一个孩子，在树枝间闪展腾挪
他手中的果子，你再也无法采到
“他是我吗？”
你总是怀疑，总是
陷在椅子里，沉重、平稳
把自己安放在曲线的最凹处
时间是一块笔直的跷跷板
高扬的一侧，始终端坐着那个孩子
而支点的位置
你一直寻而未得
有时夜静，心里却焦躁
你在沉寂与喧嚣的拉扯中
双脚腾空，漂浮不定
不止一次，你向那位轻盈的月亮
讨教平衡术——
如何在黑暗与光明的
交汇处悬而不落？
月亮笑而不答
她怀抱的阴影，是一块块光斑
Balancing Art
By Liaodong Tianlai
A child, flitting from branch to branch
In his hand is a fruit you can no longer get
"Is he what I am?"
You always wonder, always
Sunk in the chair, heavy and steady
Wedging yourself in the most concave part of the curve
Time is a straight seesaw
On the end hoisted high , was always sitting that child
And the fulcrum
You've been looking for has never been found
Sometimes the night is calm while you're anxious
Trapped in the contest of silence and noise
You're floating, your feet in the air
More than once have you asked the light moon
About balancing art —
How to keep hanging
Where the dark and the light meet?
The moon smiles and says nothing
With shadows in her arms which are actually patches of light
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