in our existence
or be it in our claimed
lives
we live in the universe
of the tongue
when we are so lonely
like an exploding planet
we use its words
its language that we privately know
we tickle our arms a bit
with something fleshy and
warm and wet and tasty
inside our line of teeth
in our existence
we use the word turning into flesh
in the universe where the
center of our world is the tongue
and you shall never regret
and so must i.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem