6. Doumen - 杰

doumentranslated by PLSwith the muttering face of the plateaui walk by this placerunning into a few looks from the pastthough not yet bleakcopying a few simple words:the gratifying waves, windows and distant mountainsthe arcs frozen in the gazehas no weightbut real identifiabletraces of timethese glimmering compositionssometimes expand into larger cloudslet all clear or blearily swaying shadowsdisappear from hereone year, five years from nowthe driftwood in the window will retreat into winterthe pulsing of the mountains moored at numerous bordersand strange miracles never distant nor close