Perfect Poem by Bei Dao
Perfect
at the end of a perfect day
those simple people looking for love
left scars on twilight
there must be a perfect sleep
in which angels tend certain
blossoming privileges
when the perfect crime happens
clocks will be on time
trains will start moving
a perfect flame in amber
war's guests
gather around it keeping warm
stage hushed, perfect moon rising
the pharmacist is preparing
a total poison of time
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