Everyone of us is the same;
There are particles floating around the brain;
Mesh & infuse they are timid but not tame;
I look in your eyes and I see myself
More often than not;
If we fight we fight ourselves,
For foraging emotions are the equal of rot;
Let us begin to see the aura at the end of time;
Is it neither devilish nor benign;
The universe ends with a whimper
And sadism is no out or glimpse
Into the future of things gone past;
It is sometimes necessary to fast;
I contemplate the disgusting nature of food;
My word, do I miss you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it is sometime necessary to fast, good write.