as i sit here something diffuses in my head
like light in the glass wall
where blue is electric
where red is bloody,
i let things simmer inside my skin
molecules keep penetrating inside the pores
in sensitivity
the vibrations are felt and they are so exciting
molecular silence
atomic defenses
the rationalization this time is that everything is a sail boat
on the sea
a flux and influx
everything fluid, airy, nothing stops
all of me
float like dust against the light escaping from a slit
early morning
existence is like a random dance
but they always claim
nothing happens like that
the intentionality becomes obvious when the dust settles on the ground
the woman sweeps them all
in one stroke
the self now is spread in its own kind of universe
all dust nothing individual
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem