A fence
not just any fence
but a division,
yeah -the this our side
of it, and well, just take
a long long look....
I live in the middle
of what people do,
everything does circles,
so fast it makes me uneasy,
before I spin off
across the edge of things!
it stretches right across
and down the middle,
one side of it
is never free,
another faces
mankinds wall,
I swear a lot
and might as well
circle the posts
of introspection,
this shambles of a fortress
stands everywhere;
in every visible place
the world over,
and the one to very
top of where I'm going,
and then another...
the next.....
I laugh
a bit
as a sort of decompression,
but this is not a funny face,
and believes
that most people
live far! far! far! away...
with little finds,
but their fences...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem