the flow of impulse
(heart is soul, united mind)
thought is a fantastically
unreliable show
heart and soul -mindfood
for the pig of thoughts
language
the equal of iseeittism
charging the objectivist limits
unleash the braindog Fear
and his sister Hope
inside it's clear
reality is obscure
i am me in here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Damn fine writing, man. I hope you post some more, I think I am going to be reading you a lot.