How strange it is
that something so ordinary
can turn you
inside out
- finally facing yourself
And how that insanity
can seem to you
more sane
that every health form
you've every filled out
How that moment of
clarity
the world dissected
before your eyes
and your eyes dissected
before the world
Because there was a world
pre this sick civilization
or so we've been told
by whom?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem