So...you have come here too?
Have you seen my Mother?
None other than It?
Zoo animal, trying to guise, well
W/ no rest upon her name
No taste for my coma
My lips be dumb in comparison
For her...
...my spine is over driven.
Then a dog urinates
A cooling flame
Upon the travelling wheel
Sainthood
For and to, shooting food
Ripe and studied
With eyes like time
This time will be mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem