In multiple worlds, a million choices
Invert and switch, build and rebuild
to be born again and again from thin air
to wake up on the ground
white snakes all around
glowing under the shivering body
surrendering to infinite colours
eyes wondering in the soft light
drowning in the empty frame
vertigo and lost memories
until the old clock has stopped
eyes wide open and sore throat
vintage room of possible worlds
chemical vertigo
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I would like to translate this poem
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