at the point of saturation
the apex
or the pinnacle of your
subliminal wishes
the misspeaking
subconscious
desires
you look back
you move forward
you stare at those
flashes of images
before you
those that you love
most
now lay before you
as unwanted
strangers
no longer pleasing
noneffective
there is no more
affection
at this point you do not know
what to say
you are neither happy nor sad
voila!
you have become one of the
lesser gods
eureka! this is the triumph
of numbness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem