It is 4: 40 in New York
on a Monday
These 7 days just started
& already my mad mind at work
Sleepy in the afternoon;
an angel for my thoughts.
Strange memories nostalgia LSD dream
I'm back!
& there was death, too
but this time I was not scared
I've come too far now,
Heaven is just beyond the moon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem