Stakeholders,
are coming.
There was conflict between
logos and mythos.
One black thorn
was in the flesh.
You come out of the body
to find the window.
One long eel─
surreptitiously enters,
in the guts─
to pluck your eyes out.
But you were
already dead─
after the search of slant light
coming from the liberation.
Crossing the
time zone,
you enter the black hole
traveling at zero hour.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem