The grand movement of the arm
By one fine and delicate gear wheel,
Stopped
From the dream, the dynamite collector,
Is collecting also salt for the wound
And the voices of the spirits.
What remains, is only the forever parting.
Forever parting snow
Is glittering and burning in the night sky.
(translated from poem 此刻by Bei Dao)
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