True words aren't eloquent;
Eloquent words aren't true
So, be true if this fits you
but I will be me, mystical.
How many words to rhyme
What is the rhythm in a meter
and what must you measure
When breathing comes, breathe.
We want a poem to express
every stage of hasty undress
so fine, if God is really divine
comes a fruit in every clime.
We enter the world in roles we abhor
we make a retreat and close the door
soon there will be banging, voices
saying come out, the world is out here.
Hanging on a ledge, tethering
between then and now, stretching feet
turned a ninja and appear-disappear
back to normal, the world is nevermore.
Longer or shorter, the days come
Images long buried are unearthed
come, look, see this is me -
looking inside a box, I found dust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem