I was not afraid of legacy
seeking out a collateral
collapse of a fantasy.
Raising the ante―
I was prepared to meet
the unknown in your chest.
What came as a surprise
in a white boat. I will
never know of death.
A pause, a stutter,
sacrificing civility to open
the door of the poor syllables.
The secret will go in―
the grave along with
the famished poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem