this mystery
unsolved.
this
madness
resolved
into
nothing.
this
is
life
as we know it:
chaos
existing
for the purists.
order
in
place
for
the needy.
love
has
evolved
into
hatred:
nothing
is different.
nothing unchanged
for this
is the way.
it is not
the
poet
who
is
deranged
it
is
the
audience
they've
rearranged.
they lead.
they
are
in
charge.
we give them that.
we follow blindly.
ahhh
yes,
the
sweetness
of
ignorant
bliss.
(6-03-1992)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem