inside this glass world
lives the porcupine
fish
the sea is made of
pure air
everyone is swimming
with the hands and feet of their
minds
one eye sees through another
eye like light piercing a sea of
transparencies and ripples
of doubts are reinvented
it is a deep ocean
imagine a world of porcupine fishes
silence are not knives here
there are no stab wounds on the water
everyone knows how to breathe
without making any sound of rustling leaves
outside this glass world
lies the world of fences and over there are the greener pastures
the fences are high like clouds on the cliffs
and the pastures have no milking cows in fact
it is a jungle without trees
and you will be having a hard time to imagine a
justification why this world is becoming a puzzle
of new languages and reinvented scripts and scenarios
but this is it, this is the way how fists land on chests
how lips design the shape of spits
long ago, they drew ivory towers and disoriented pillars
long ago, they were whistling out of touch tunes
now, there are heads rising from the armpits
feet from abdomens fingers from the anus
and they are talking about dormant diseases that
come out in the open only after your 50th year
out there the mockery is getting louder
the air as colder as men whose blood is removed from them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem