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本帖最後由 大偉 於 2020-9-11 20:17 編輯
(I had a terrible dream some time after 1976 and a terrible dream in 2018, so I wrote them down)
2020 when the world falls apart when the face of clock then the bell of clock strikes twelve and twelve when the midnight falls across the streets of local so lighted and crowded
so crowded I run and run so alone
I walked along so alone so lighted and crowded the streets of local when the midnight fell across
My father with me in a crowded theatre seeing movie then vanished he in a sudden while the face of clock had the short leg after eleven and the long leg three divisions after seven
It was daytime on the streets where I grew up suddenly large fireballs tracked the fine sky off the North East striking the ground and everybody in panic and so the streets empty and yet I so still and calm sad may be I walked along so alone
And the face of clock then the bell of clock struck twelve and twelve then I found me woke up on a morning bed it was some time after his death of 1976
It was then another time when I walked along the streets again the clouds arrayed as matrix were as black as Chinese ink shed shadows over us and they poured as rain in deep black on my hands I saw my hands and fingers changed to small tree twigs
The panic crowd ran and ran to evade the black rain from Hong Kong to Kowloon and then to New Territories and again back to Hong Kong
Fortunately I found me sleeping on a morning bed it was sometime near to 2018
But in 2020 when the world falls apart when the face of clock then the bell of clock strikes twelve and twelve when the midnight falls across the streets of local so lighted and crowded so crowded I run and run so alone
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