Standing at the borderline of living, watching for
signs to begin or end.
Following inner thoughts of death, leaping out to
smash all feelings.
Whenever thought penetrates deeply into a being,
the process of living is temporarily interrupted.
Seeking the fallacious memories of inner crying,
always taken aback by the vividness of remembering.
Falling down, forgetting the living, allowing death
the freedom to take hold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem