它冲向纪念碑                                                                                                    
蝴蝶的翅膀                                                                                                  
信在口袋里                                                                                                     
被叠合星星的窗口                                                                                                
眼睛失眠                                                                                                     
一张弓的谜                                                                                                       
而又摇曳，拉长                                                                                                       
而又被缚，不安                                                                                                     
呼吸着                                                                                                    
——里面，无根的树                                                                                           
还有生命                                                                                                   
该去度过