When mud becomes clearer to explain,
Than truth to expect it.
And thoughts pointless to accept them expressed.
Anything goes.
Nothing then should be suspected as
real.
Not even pain to feel.
Or making attempts to try,
To find ways to say where it is.
Why it is felt.
And describing what it is like,
To anyone who has yet experienced it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Anything Goes reminds me not to use cliches in poems. And especially, never to mention truth. For struth truth lies dormant waiting for a full explanation.