i cringe to think of it;
laughable imperfections
surging into seas
of hupocrises, of
thing o do, to reason,
the reason to do things,
to show for, show gone-
and the longing
for the convoluted volition of love...
for he that drinks the seas,
drinks, or seasons the surging shows,
and perfectly laughs...........
*dedicated to jakle dave nytmere 1995-2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem