Unexpectedly but also alternately
enter a path by
that from a sidetrack.
A vacuum sounds
good man clear up himself
and seemingly parallelized
this thought and abrupt shifts
elapsing something inly
and says…
Of the damage one becomes wise.
Square- shaped guilt etches through
and I’m looking back over the horizon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem