Am I real?
Are you real?
And who is real?
All are just words,
All are just ideas?
All speech, all acts,
All yes and nos,
All scene and dreams,
All journeys, all fights,
All tangible and intangible,
And all matter of poetry.
All waves all love,
All hands, all legs,
All languages, all nouns,
All claws all wings,
All are nothing
But the flames of time.
See the time
In cross-votings,
See in sorrows of
Day and nights,
See in your own mirror
And go for a drive
If you so like.
Forget you are alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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