taunting
me
it is drowning
me
record it
in the silence
it is
a melody of
Nothing-ness
the chaos of
turmoil
in the
baited.
telephone company
Can You Connect Me?
no, the Lines are all Dead.
and
i figured
as
much
Write in the dark
compass to
find
what is willing and ble
to run.
the
stable unglue
at the seams
be
ripped.
and release
raw energy
eerily so
and
so and so
so can
it be
that there
Is only
the Umbrella
to Catch-22
and so on
and on
and
on
?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem