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The Ants | Thoughts
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Translated by Lê Đình Nhất-Lang
from the Vietnamese original “Những con kiến” and “Những suy nghĩ”
The Ants ants build the world from dust
water light
the ants flow
oozing their feet on my ears
and through my hair tonight the ants
run around the sun
and my cerebral cortex spills its sap of time
when I think about ants
I only think of a day
when they devour me the charming
little and hard-working
body-tearing ants
each night
when a dream comes hovering by my door
they have guarded my dream the ants
secrete their acid and noises the ants terrorize and threaten the
ants with their mechanical sounds
build
build
each day
their feet poke through languages and they don’t need uniqueness
in herds, I think of a weak and dreamy ant
its imagination
will be the bait and the queen ants
will circle their nest all day
heaping it up higher and more monumental
just that
everywhere I see their quickness
but I already want to slow down and escape
as though being newly born the first time
Thoughts I have a hammering headache
in my madness I think I’ve become a fly
a fly with a headache from its own buzzing
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nobody taught me to use my feelings
to self-hallucinate and captivate thoughts
but I have mastered it to the point
I attracted light to set myself aflame
to enjoy the wonderful darkness afterwards
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while wandering the small roads
I try to retrace my own footsteps
which have disappeared from this world
like a departed one
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please don’t laugh at life
because this life knows not laughing
it knows not pain either
all are not just feelings
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I like bells
their sounds invade my depth
to completely rebuild my evolution
incredibly fast
here I am
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