Step outside your consciousness
And let your alter being slip away
until you are exposed to all
Who would dare to intrude
Upon your naked and open honesty
Standing vulnerable before those with unbelieving eyes
Never once blinking
In the slanted sharpness of perpetrated purpose
Shining forth as simmering images
Of another time and place
Reflect off the supposed truths
Hanging upon the rusty resisting wind
Fleeing from here
Long into the deep depressed recesses
Of inconsequential inconsistencies of existence
As we have come to know it.
(8-12-1973)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem