The periodicals grimaced down loftily
conscious of change ocurring
each novel, paragraph, punctuation mark, sentence
shouted all at once
! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
and it's here in the stunning silence i go mad.
Do not impose judgement, you weak-
spined books.
Greatness is born in
flashes of insanity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem