a window, between the rails, unsearched, unseen: the one being silent under the bookshelves 1. stinky dirty clogging permission, guarantee, authorization wild, strange, stubborn, a mad man . . . lurching, meandering, frail, irritated bed-divan (fox holes) lie down, lie straight down, express, conceal, hide, escape cannot see (refrained, hooked, pinned) a threat clouds from the mountain top, in the storm, I still try to explain they-command, control (the rain pours down, erodes and blows away entire tents, underneath, human bodies buried deep in the ground) pulling, dragging, drifting, limping a harrow, a sled, a four-horse carriage, hoofs scraping cannot see. still cannot see a thing. I don’t do it. (nearest: the separation of a row of trees from its book, to make a stranger want to wear men’s shirts...) it sticks, not dried yet, worn out, ragged, shabby top soil, peat, paved with lumps of earth, bobbing between rails oh, humankind 2. still cannot see (nearest words: darken, seem sad gloomy darkness, appear hazy . . . ) many folding hems cannot see (get real close, beyond the tunnel, surface, closer: (poetry)-cruel, whither) cannot see (the gray color of the mountain range, shackled for life) cannot see (mind too agitated, obstructed, hiccupping) cannot see (guts, narrow underground passage, just thinking about this place sinks me into contemplations, a delta, the old days feline entrails: feel the way, destroy from inside, dig, break) stinking, inducing nausea and the measles, itch, and they-speak softly, suggest vaguely . . . they-sing lullabies, calming the waves, lying down, tranquil they-smaller, fewer, whisper, tinier, less, not enough in number, eliminate they, have removed angry words, dew drops, water, shadow, this hand, exile, civility, crystals, salted water, street names, rain on the roof, a house full of yellow powder, memory there, the process of shrinking, bone displacing, neck breaking cure, restore it, compensate, remake objects lost, displaced, robbed, paid with a price organic fertilizer, ugly objects, mixed up, no dumping holes, not a local person, dirty, disrupting war, fight back, day after day (they try to push tiny flowers into an old jar and let water rot them, they hide behind the wardrobe and fall asleep for months and years, they warm themselves up by letting spiders crawl around them, they drop their hairs into a basin and let their scents fade, they cannot remember what have just shaken and nibbled) until [Sunday, January 11, 2009, 10pm]. -- translated by Lê Đình Nhất Lang --sketch by Nguyễn Thúy Hằng