You do not need to have
Simple partial seizures to see it or to feel its presence.
When it comes and cease you,
it will ask you to not be afraid,
to stop thinking about your breathing.
Stop the fear,
See it as
a stone
or a handful piece of metal,
put it anywhere inside the monster.
then
explore the sound as it turns into colors,
colors turns into fumes,
fumes fall off like shredded glasses and rises to form words of cloud.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem