upward spirals inspire
mists convince
feelings obscure
the other day saw you
it was the 11th of the 8th of the 15th
blurs marked the already blurred vision
thoughts of delights merely aggravating
whirlpools of dark extracts from past lives
Jeez the banners, urge me to wake up
I say don't waste your time
hope at war with despair
somehow the compromise is there somewhere in the fray of frayed marvels
expressions we watch no more, what's the point
the jumble is welcome
this this thing that manages to stand even when unwanted and somehow like a suitcase you never lose keeps running you into the ground
small, big, the sizes war, but neither is winner, neither is loser
the writing on the wall is disagreeable, not one bit favorable
if you read confusion that is what this is all about
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem