Ontology 本体论

Professor, when I woke up today
I still felt like nothing really matters.
Operators and sleep talks are scattered all over the place…
I can’t be bothered to sweep them away, or to bear in mind
the phase of a plane wave. Infinity locked up in my cabinet;
From sugar to salt did my gustation integrate
since what I have written and what I have experienced
are merely different subgroups within the group of existence.
It is hard to put them into words, but you definitely know
this subtle yet rigorous impression, that different pictures
of the world evolving into each other now and again
in the twilight as night collapsed. I dreamt
of you telling me as I grow older I will finally see
the glittering many states hanging upon a tree;
Bras and kets lurking in the fuzzy Green Meadow
contract in the wrapping of wind. Shadows
are never quiet - the swarm of photons
fight over each other for who arrived first,
so you squint your eyes into two narrow slits
and tell me all particles are naughty alike.
And of course, force is a myth, motions are heroes;
Yet the landscape of universe is sketched by energy and fields.
The dawning is on its rise however soon, the horizon
approaching to pick up your dimming red shadow.
And you smile to call it a day,
leaving me alone to the rest of mysteries.


《本体论》


老师 今天我醒来的时候
仍然觉得没什么是重要的
算符和梦话洒了一地
懒得收拾 好像没有心力
去介意平面波的相位
把正无穷放进橱柜
味觉积分从砂糖到海盐
因为我所写的与我所历经的
只是存在群里的不同子群
实在说不明白 你一定理解
这种朦胧而严谨的印象
不同世界在凌晨时分
周而复始地互相渗透
我经常梦见你说
长大以后我会看见
很多“态”挂在树上
草里卧着左矢右矢
风一卷就消失了
光影不可能是寂静的
光子们挤在这里
为先来后到大打出手
你把眼睛眯成两条狭缝
说后来 别的粒子也学坏了
你还说力是神话 运动是英雄
能量和场才是宇宙的地貌
只是拂晓将至
视界面接走你红暗的影子
你微笑着就此为止
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