Sauntering down roads of behavior, trying out different dimensions of inspection.
Situating phases of integrity on pyres of blazing fires, out of control.
Puzzling continually in mazes of yesterday, falling into labyrinths of decadence.
Dissolving mannerisms like acid in bottles of perfumed aromas, touching gently, parts of figurative speech.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem