In this half sleep
of a lifelong stupour,
walking the length
of Eschers stair,
I reach the summit
at the bottom
marking time at the top
not knowing
it is there.
Sometimes we think we are at the bottom when in fact we are at the top. Great work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And how can we be so preoccupied when we traveling with our poetic mind, thinking the rhymes or lines and we climb and climb but didn't realized that we at the top over the below....Nice poem, you can use anything to live with your poetic mind! great_Unwritten Soul