Learned to read between the lines
before i was taught to read what was on them.
But you are a weaver
your lines not parallel
but twisted, overlapped, layered
intricately woven into a
tight, twisted, suffocating fabric.
And i stay on my toes
to keep ahead
to survive.
Forever alert,
never rest
trying to determine
which of your lines
i should be reading next.
Staying one step ahead-
as to falter
is unforgiving.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem