Exploring a new language found.
Beneath or above the clouds?
Dearest me, remove this shroud.
Become a star in the dark, glowing all proud.
Look at me, look at me, for I do not drown.
An ability to breath beneath the bubbling sea.
A water that does not choke.
Words and thoughts that are to be invoked.
Hidden behind a cloak.
What does it really mean?
Removing the spleen.
Such a sensitive surgery.
An inspection of something so seemingly rotten.
What you if come to find it's not?
Then will you see this as for nothing?
An ego getting its daily brushing.
Got to make sure looks good.
No matter the deeds or proceeds.
It is a perspective.
It is a objective.
No bias in position.
No bias thrust upon any mission.
It is as it is in this deciphering.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem