to be
a human being
is so very small a thing
to be
while inside of me
all of reality
i am
i am
subjectivity
(infinite
finite)
liminal days
eternal lives
visceral
guts pouring
out from inside
it all starts to collide
i think maybe that's why
we must sleep
dreamless
sleep
we must die
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem