Ways away from here
My dreams chase their tails in a
Theater of black.
One is desire
(A sluggish wisp) named after
Father’s shortcomings
-The other, hatred
(One swifter) has genesis
In the same dark womb.
They catch each other
And coil about themselves
Yet never change course.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem