Surround a metal ticking horror
with bows of vile carousels
in water my wound is separate
in planets my salt is warm.
Each worm stumbles as a dancer
who's found in spinning rows
deranged in spoon-fed motions
spun webs who's tunnel folds.
A dream in tired arteries
slows breeds in running flows
agree to spill the cancer
or flee to tired pulls.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lesson taught.....a good necessary poem