as i see it
it's more of trying to make things more complicated
like putting a handful of cotton upon a scenery of trees
or taking some smudges and scattering on the plate so you
cannot see what you are eating
and then you take a spoonful of it
and rely only on the taste
deprived of eyes,
and this way, you begin to wonder how interesting it is
when you only use your heart
even when you are just partaking of an early morning
breakfast.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem