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Purpose apart, perched like an umpire, dozes, Dreams golden balls whirring through indigo. Clay blurs the whitewash but day still encloses The albinos, bonded in their flick and flow. Playing in musicked gravity, the pair Score liquid Euclids in fools caps of air.

撇开目的不谈，就像一个裁判那样坐在那里打瞌睡，梦想着金色的球在靛蓝中旋转。粘土模糊了白色的粉刷，但白天仍然包围着白化病人，在他们的轻弹和流动中结合在一起。在有音乐的重力作用下，这对搭档在傻瓜式的空气盖中得到了液态欧几里德。

— Margaret Avison 玛格丽特·阿维森