i know
you fully
well
we speak
to each
other
without
the use
of a voice
what happens
is that
i have underestimated
you
and i have
miscalculated
what you
can become
i do nothing
but sleep
and death creeps
in
in my hair
liking
it
but i
will not
just stop
there
i know you
fully well
and tonight
as i write
this
i face
what i am
i comb
my
hair and assure
myself
that everything
is well
and that if
someone asks
me
i know
what i must
answer....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem