there is this subsumed
self that is reserved for a misinterpretation
that which must be tolerated
otherwise the personality breaks into
pieces
multi-sided, and can be dangerous
what it needs is just a little time
perhaps a minute for it to exist
the rest must cooperate because
though minute, it can destroy the eye
give it time, give it what it deserves
then go back to the strong self that
you introduce and keep
the days have many hours
like a merry-go-round take a cycle
life is always a compromise
for without it, the ward opens.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem