Sadly,
I am quite proud of the fact that
I have invented a new You again,
but—
we are the clay
and You are the Potter, so
why do I think I can turn You
into anything I want You to be?
As I get older
I am less and less
convinced
that You find this amusing
at all.
Good God-
You terrify me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem