I CANNOT ESCAPE THE POEM
I cannot escape the poem.
It pursues me
It doesn’t know my name
But it wants to dream in my voice.
The poem pursues
And then waits
Until I open to it,
And then goes far away
To the other side
Of what I am
And then is not and unknown.
I
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem