My logic is a screw·
swirls in -an out of time- piano.
Even the music stands tired
to lift the weight of music.
Humped
as an indication of musical lead.
Notes punish with their silence.
Walls sign for silents announcements.
Time forgot it's name
and borrowed eponymic anonymity...
(From the poetry collection 'Medical Press of the World'-Bulletproof Publications)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem