Leonardo’s sfumato

translated by PLS

spread the stains outwards, the edges of the field surrounded by

allegories piling up against one another

i shift myself through imaginations

pineapples, rainy days, drizzle, their mild carbon

i lower my head to rub your palm—

other times you wouldn’t allow me to do this

there are myriad crevices in you

intuitive system as slides of a presentation

has stripped the presence of trust

and multiple barbels that had taken me forever

to figure out: vast cold brine

to be worn like a part of shoes

they are always tied down, and possibly moaning:

the burden derives from a fairyland of all potentialities

that’s the perennially working tram

allowed to be kept warm, that’s the perennially swelling route

after having departed from your answer for a long time

i still remember the page, and promise a limited amount of love

in the deepening blue morning of this room

in the daily deterioration of memory

you can be certain

from afar it should look like an utterly beautiful picture

5. Leonardo's Sfumato - 杰