Deafening vocals hit my ear.
I can get nothing, still conversations abound there.
Though there exist classes,
but, I take 'em all as phrasses.
It deconsentrates concentrations formally.
and distorts cognitions totally.
Headache breeder and confusionist,
agility and prudence of market feast.
Unheared joint combinations of opinions.
Eliciting nothing, but, auditory actions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem