Living the dream of truth,
Praying for truth of the dream,
Knowing it’s not what it seems.
“Where do you look? ”
The cave men ask.
But voices are not heard in a dream with no ears.
And fingers can’t grab the fallen tree beside the sinking sand.
….The dark forbidden lust...
Inside is comforting
Eat away all organs and
Scratch away the eyes.
-See blind men trip.
-you inside the blind eyes.
- Who is looking?
- what they perceive is false.
Who will know but the man with eyes in his head.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I gotta admit the same, this is a very interesting poem? Always, Linda