土地，埃尘
                  如是朴实、庄重
                    先祖就依傍着
                             兴亡
                    愁，就通化了静谧

                  
                      也许我成为了乳儿
                        曳下先祖的隽永 
                         责问远古的哲思
                           
                         可，摇戈的生存
                                  毁灭
                            是母亲的低吟
                              乳母的梦境
                           我索求之索求
                        那乳儿又于仲冬
                             回荡
                      
                         木讷、萧寂，
                           恍如为了人
  
                         那养母、乳母
                     既且苏子、庄子
                   是土地的深沉、梦境
                   的幽宛
                     
                        为一切之一切
                           会成为一切？
                                                             九月一六日述