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风筝 在天上飘摇

色彩缤纷

执着的细线

牵着它们

挣脱不开

不知绳尾在哪里

也没人关心

或许是

山头那个没有窗户的城堡？

那里面是一派壮观：

一行行的机位

没有尽头

灵巧的双手把一根根彩线

插入等待的洞穴

又熟练地拔了出来

喂向别处

严肃的面孔

一模一样

连苍白都那么等同

兢兢业业

人类的命运

在指尖之间摆弄

不经意的游戏 或疏忽

瞬间改变了某个无辜的一生

多么崇高的职责

都是上帝选中的使者

世上有求的男女们

还犹豫什么呢

向城堡跪下吧...

注：读卡夫卡《城堡》

Threads

By Ken Fan

Kites are flying in the sky, 

Lovely and colorful 

Yet they're tied to some stubborn threads, 

Couldn't break away.

Not sure where are these threads lead to,

And no one actually cares.

Just maybe, it is

That windowless castle on top of the hill?

Inside is an impressive scene :

Rows of machines

Endless

Those nimble hands manage to

Plug those colorful wires

From one sucket to another sucket.

In and out, so skillfully.

Faces are pale and emotionless

And identical.

Only utter diligence. 

The destiny of the mankind

Is handled among those fingertips.

A casual play or a careless error

Would instantly alter one's life.

Such noble responsibilities!

They're the chosen ones. 

Others, with concerns and desires, 

Should hesitate no more, 

And kneel down towards the Castle... 

Note: Reading Kafka's "Castle".