Ling Fen — “fractals” — translated by Jonathan Chan 


fractals

Ling Feng, trans. Jonathan Chan

my loneliness is like a straightjacket. 
just as with my body, when 
it is breathing.
the moonlight has turned into salt.
it is not just tears that are crystalline and translucent. 
one learns to be all things to all people.
a single point opens into a hexagon 
but grains of sand do not understand the theory of fractals.
there is no snow in the world.
black holes cannot cause your gaze
to fade. 
reproduction is blamed on survival.
the darkness of night has a dull ache. 
to survive, one can only be alone.
geometry is not a stable science.
a heart is divided into more hearts.
they are close to one another, and
have none to turn to in old age
the sea returns to plough land, and
half of the soles of my feet, taking
away my breath. 
it is not just the heart that constantly changes.
the stars multiply into salt.
the Milky Way is a wound that will not heal.