"水..." 
                                                                               
每天醒來的第一個念頭。就是水。
                                                                               
抿了抿結痂累累的上唇,不敢太用力。
                                                                               
小心翼翼的,搖搖晃晃走向兩側的壁面。
                                                                               
透明的壁面,壁面以外是弧形的天。
                                                                               
藍色的天,白色的天,汪洋洋暖呼呼的天。
                                                                               
雖然顛簸,雖然晃悠,我卻連小指頭也不敢觸碰兩側壁面,
                                                                               
寧願跌倒也不敢。
                                                                               
                                                                               
透明的壁面上,凝結著透明的露珠,
                                                                               
一個顛倒的世界。透過露珠。
                                                                               
                                                                               
顛倒的畫面對我可沒有太大的吸引力,
我感興趣的是露珠,每天都是。
                                                                               
                                                                               
我緩緩張開結痂累累的雙唇,
貼上壁面,一如親吻。
                                                                               
緩緩,是不願意令唇上的創口在破裂,
雖然它們每天最愛的遊戲是拉扯彼此,讓鄰居和自己曝光(痛!)
                                                                               
水珠的滋潤,緩緩。
                                                                               
我的吞嚥,如刀割,如沙漏,
                                                                               
透明的露珠,流過我透明的咽喉。
                                                                               
"水。" 我呼了口氣。
                                                                               
                                                                               
                                                                               
這是我接下來一整天的水分了。
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太陽。
                                                                               
向東望去,祂向西看著呢。
                                                                               
灑了整面的金黃,
那是線,那是光。那是
                                                                               
滿瓶滿壁的燥熱和憂傷。
                                                                               
                                                                               
對於太陽,我們是又愛又恨,
                                                                               
隨著祂的刺眼,每天早上我們起床。
                                                                               
用一種看不見測不出的速度,
                                                                               
雖慢實快,緩緩上爬,直至瓶頂。
切齊了我們在很早很早以前,
為了計量時間 在瓶身劃下的刻度。
                                                                               
一度,兩度,高度也就是溫度,
                                                                               
一度,兩度,五度,十度。
                                                                               
在頂端的它,無比的,
看不清閃亮而暴躁, 聽不見 無聲息的
                                                                               
噪音卻滿瓶,金黃,通紅,
                                                                               
睜不開眼。
                                                                               
                                                                               
如果在這時跳出瓶口,跳到瓶外無邊無際的深藍,
                                                                               
而以為可以換得一時片刻的清涼,
                                                                               
那就錯的太過離譜。
                                                                               
那是雀巢牌的海水。不是我們的啊傻子,
你總得上來啊,一但上來,
                                                                               
來自頂端的瞪視讓那清涼不一刻消失,
氯化鈉的鹹意爬遍滿身,
一種化也化不開的黏膩,
黏膩當然不是我們的恐懼,但氯化鈉是。
                                                                               
日照這麼一蒸潤,全身的創口,
                                                                               
只有痛!痛!痛,
                                                                               
這該死的金烏。
                                                                               
                                                                               
你當然也不能一直泡在水裡,直至日落,
                                                                               
這蜘蛛男試過了,
                                                                               
上來之後的夜晚,氣溫變的很低很低,
                                                                               
明天就感冒了。折騰了一夜,
反而在日出時,感謝太陽的仁慈。
                                                                               
                                                                               
                                                                               
一切都是很久很久以後了,
習慣了生活在一個巨大的玻璃瓶裏面的我們,
我和蜘蛛男,不像是神燈裡的精靈,
                                                                               
倒像是船難的倖存,荒島上的居民,
                                                                               
所差者在於,我們沒有山洞和樹木,土壤和家禽,
                                                                               
只有一書包鹹水泡爛發脹的紙漿和書籍,
一個紅色的鉛筆袋(裡面所有使用墨水的筆 都在不久之後被我們喝光。)
                                                                               
還有他一肚子的絲,我的朋友。
                                                                               
以及這個大瓶子,巨大而涵蓋了我們的透明囚牢,
                                                                               
也是我們的交通工具,動力是洋流。
朝向遠方。

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