a craze of lines
invisible except
under pressure
a hand fugitive
smile but
that fat spider inside my skull
scampers to another corner
a bloodless hulk bobbing in its wake
everything is memory
nothing is now but
a world dry eyed, wept out
July 27,1992
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very good imagery in the second stanza