in trying to understand
how it feels to be a goldfish
inside a glass bowl, i may
have become out of way by
simply putting my tongue inside
your mouth,
and then the seal of silence
the water of stillness and the
grace of the fins of fish swimming
but without any intention to get
out from the glass bowl, which
to me is the happiest world
for that moment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem