你四處張望，彷彿希望在地下尋回你曾幾何時在哪兒掉過的東西，可惜，路不拾遺的人太少，但你卻不斷找，不斷找，以為差少少便可以找到。

a horny cock and the cocky horn
resemble the temperament
beneath the moans - a mixture
of agony and affinity. the action was
out of tune inside the room,
a spacious, notorious room,
called myself. body as currency -
so it's not love actually. so not,
so what? the flesh hums
flatly as I take out a prepared
verdict. I plead not guilty but
describe myself as an unfaithful,
degrading, humping dog,
searching its lost face in the bog.

找我兩個字，外型很像，其實只是相差一撇，就是差一撇，你便可找到我，誰估倒你雙手突然麻了，再執不起筆，也找不到我。

我就是你找的過程再加一些力，再加一些力，你便完成了我，也會看見我。