也许

我正在变瞎。

我两眼在爆炸，

在那里所见更多

直到它们爆炸成无物

或正在变聋，这些声音

有翅膀的沉默的哼鸣

或离开我自己，冰凉的

手指，我皮肤上的花边

疯狂的手指

或许

在时间的宫殿

我们的生活是一个环形的楼梯

而我正在旋转

Perhaps

i am going blind.

my eyes exploding,

seeing more than is there

until they burst into nothing

or going deaf, these sounds

the feathered hum of silence

or going away from my self, the cool

fingers of lace on my skin

the fingers of madness

or perhaps

in the palace of time

our lives are a circular stair

and I am turning

--Lucille Clifton