I said goodbye to my left hand,
my right hand felt happy.
I woke with my right hand washing drowsiness away and dressing me up.
I ate with my right hand putting vegetable leaves into my mouth.
I slipped into illusion with my right hand shaping the words in a swift series of designs by my wooden table.

Peripheral things highlighted, provoking me to ask not, "what is real?".
Nerves fighted in clots of my blood vessel, in ankylosis of my spine, in atrophy of my muscle.
My two hands never ever told me so,
they picked up and put down,
they clapped they stretched out,
they touched they resisted,
and numb to tell,
to tell strength from absence,
to tell high-note laughter from cut-throat sigh.

Me a witness of intensified passion with fainting still,
I waited and waited,
invisible in a white moisture.

PS.这首则是最新今年写的 恩恩 去碎觉了

看了一遍，有些地方还是没太理解，本人水平不到家，希望能够配上自己的翻译，这样更方便理解也增加我们理解的美感，顶一个~~~~