flashing
stop, stop, stop
the magnitude
of repetition
the way
a heart beats
and goes on
beating
there was
time enough
today, I
thought of
my first
poem, what I
wished to
say and
what I
never quite
had
there were
times, I thought
and rethought
stumbled over
niceties, words
full up
with empti-
ness
these bits of
sand and heat,
slipping
into glass
repetition
like first steps
we try and solve
the riddle
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem