For never being real
I hide away.
The mind releases transparent slides; a life
Exposed,
So I hide for me.
Under any light it can be seen.
Authority, keep your Expert eye off of me.
Tremors take over to tell the tale,
All behold the ravaged, unkempt temple.
No mirage, no dim light, no casting shade.
I own this bag of broken limbs—they know well
I'm on display
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wild, what a way with words you have, I love this very intense and full of imagery very deeply emotional thank you for sharing Michael