bespectacled
bee-buzzing
halos around my head
yet
stress
stress
stress
I look at the ceiling
A Neolithic stone
presses upon my sternum
bespectacled
bespectacled
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There are some odd details of yoir appearance in the first lines but the point seems to be they only disguise the inner stress. The repetition of the word stress emphasizes its pervasiveness and nothing in your immediate location offers any help. At least words still can impose meaning on experience, even paralyzed moments.