just goes on and on
through all the stop signs
crossroads, intersections
on and on
without speeding tickets
an unchanged pace.
nor sets a different course
will not peter out, peps
up steps up
the scene flows on and on
my river of events, a reality
led by inertia, moves to the tune
of limbo limbo
unknowing when the end will come
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem