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  MAI VAN PHAN
   
     
And you, stand over there!
 
Tonight
many odd things.
 
But sleep had soaked of poison alcohol
Memory muddled
TV screen lost waves
Eyelids strained into addled eggs
mouth open two dead snails
two carbuncles just extract.
 
Someone whispered by the ear :
Stay awake to see moss cover the firmament
Water surface eat up the last stars.
 
Tonight
Snakes, centipedes, scorpions flood into the city
But have no fear !
All buildings are now designed the form of blockhouse
In the dark no one gets to the street
 
After zero hour in the house next door
an intellectual awoke to smile artlessly
and confessed what he said in daytime was a joke
What a trifle !
 
Someone was lurking on the tree
waiting for leaves to fall and turn into money
Hide it quick before dawn
All might be confiscated or eaten up by the ants
 
Okay
Let me lie in wait here
and wake up at five in the morning

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