you know
you no longer wonder
whether a straight line is what happens next
you stutter
you become a broken jagged line for a while
but only for a while
a second
not even a minute
and then there is a prolonged noise
it is not hazy
it is lighter than white whiter than white
people accept this
and they nod and you go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem