To understand with discernment a temporal moment
When our beliefs at that duplicate moment revise our needs to conform to
That specific moment because that moment is important while
The next doesn't exist yet. In other words at this very instant
While 3 billion people sleep another 3 billion people are doing
Something unimportant to me and at this instant I become a drowsy poem
Drifting through the door waiting for the moment of passage
And despite its opening not conforming to the cursive configuration of
My stanzas because at this very moment I become thin as ether and
A keyhole or a slit beneath the threshold is sufficiently ample for me to
Ink the words and permeate the papyrus of twenty centuries ago
That one attempts to decipher will be named The Dead Sea Scrolls
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem