把柔软
                              深藏在
                   厚厚的、带刺的壳里

                      天生抗拒肉眼凡胎
                          和没有内力的
                              花拳绣腿

                   就算能粗暴地撬开它
                 它也用绝不取悦的气息
                       筑一道弃世的墙
                              兀自静谧

                                   据说
                      唯有迈过生死之门
                  它的形状、味道和馈赠
                          才像母亲一样
                 让生命觉醒或者回到原初