i’m swallowed in the deep
i keep on loosing sleep
is this reality?
or the face of my enemy?
space is the entity
space is a friend to me
space leaves me so empty
is this reality?
reset the sky alarm
daylights and your jet bombs
if I’ve already bought the farm
illusions can’t do me harm
love is on mutiny
face to face scrutiny
subjective lunacy
with lack of diplomacy
the king ship pulls out hairs
the king ship isn’t fair
together we’ll decide the shares
no matter the cost who would care
solar reflective real
nerves turning gut wrench steel
isotopes cannot feel
as man questions what’s the deal
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You certainly have a fine way with the word Harlan, and Love certainly has no diplomacy, that is for us humans to fake....whatever the deal is, I feel sure it will be fair enough... Smiling at you Tai