this thing we are
this dance we try and
replicate
i do not see it
working
i do not blame it on
the stars or on the
cold hands of doubt
that worked their way in
somehow
i blame it on those moments
when the world should have
stood explained with little
lines that say
'go here', then, 'do this'
but
it never quite happened
that way
what now
a lone kiss
goodbye
or
a farewell that will never
quite happen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
..... [and the] lovers are listening for the master to tell them they are one with the universe. you are a Beat poet-in-disguise, Ben. best care, sjg