Emotions true to form
having none
diffusing and interacting
like the racing universe
conquering darkness
in all directions
The horizontal, stable
above the apex,
is not specific to the children
And they chew their gum
methodically and cautiously
like a penned cow
And
they blow their bubbles
like an insecure child
Sincere at the onset
the true heart of a poet
a void filled by fear
conformity was only a heartbeat away
And art now deceives
Diffusion can be bliss
a bubble is the coffin for the mindless
Shakespeare anyone?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem