and when you close your eyes again
it only grows larger.
does not that ridge on the horizon
resemble unseen breath.
that is why you must push it open
at first your afraid.
what of loves disappointment.
and if it's true what will they all say
when they see it.
when you look around and they will all know.
and your ointments cling to his intentions.
and afraid of meeting them all in the restroom.
while that small red spot grows even brighter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem