A meaningless world without context; I can never
hang on to a context for long, being dependent
on an author to create a new framework on
which to hang the scenery depicting
illusion as reality
Jumping from one context to another, mind all skew,
I’m conscious in the wrong universe, dial set to receive
foreign broadcasts, receiving dish out
of tune with conventional lines,
can’t concentrate
at all…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem