The Truth About the Present
after Bei Dao
when rivers are intoxicated with dioxide you gather lotus shoots to pick their pockets is the clock of the age when the last songbird shivers with undue cold like wires overhead to handle harsh metals is the clock of the age when your keyboard dissolves in the pit of nations to write in echoes is the clock of the age when you forge transparencies in the foundries upstream the bridges are blocked by karaoke their digital sand is the clock of the age the cell phone's face is always time-dependent on fingers somewhere today opens to the nearby delta and tomorrow is the clock of the age
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