Geodesics 测地线

In that classroom reshaped by dream, I couldn’t be
more frustrated in front of the blackboard,
not remembering a 14-year-old was not supposed to know
all the odds of spacetime. Student rep for Maths,
that girl grabbed a chalk and drew the geodesics of
some given metric without a second thought,
knowing to what it is supposed to be orthogonal.
She scorned me for my ignorance, my tears that couldn’t find its way,
like a canopy of worldlines showering towards the same lightcone.
I was always being pierced through by all sorts of matter
that was called ‘casualty’ by the books.
The flimsy dimensions of parameters: Even if
we all fell in altruistic love,
we wouldn’t be able to loop over the entire universe.
There is no divine being who bothers to concern
our pathetic time and miserable stability
— slip back to your dream here and now,
lovely creatures at the bottom of potential well.


《测地线》


那间被梦境重构的教室里
我站在黑板前异常伤心
忘记了十四岁本就不必理解
诸多时空的异常 数学课代表
那个女孩拿起粉笔轻松地
画出某种度规的测地线
并知道它应该与什么正交
她嫌恶我无知 泪水认不清路
无法像一整片天空的世界线
往同一个光锥奔泄而下
我永远在被各类事物刺穿
书上把这称之为因果
单薄的参数维度 即使
我们全部相爱
也无法历经宇宙的所有
没有神明想过问我们
可悲的时间和可悲的稳定
——就在这里入睡吧
势井之底的小动物们