at this moment
you want to say nothing.
you watch Turing
forgiven by the Queen of England
and then the Fall of Ming
and the War of the Warlords
it is seven o'clock in the evening
logic works again, everything fits.
the principle of autonomy,
every idea works for itself.
your eyes are sleep but sleep
is nil. At the red sofa the
brown dog looks intently at you.
Amazed by what is going on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem