I write these poems as I am far away from myself
But I am not
The poems come out of some part of me
I do not always know exists
It has been a long life
Most of it has been forgotten by me
No one in the long distance
Will remember or care for any of it
I write these poems as if I am far away from myself
And one day like myself everything else will be so distant from itself
It will not even know
It no longer exists-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a strange feeling - I think we step back to get a better look at ourselves, but while stepping back, we are never disconnected. And how lucky for us that we cannot be aware of our own non-existence.