one walks and talks
on this inter web
daily finds a expressive thread
an offering of daily bread
hoist it up for your nunnery
life is not all properly
played out oblivious to pain or poetry?
unwinding the memory's we think we need
this expression shared processed at cost
some visitor blind already lost
a moment soaked here sliding fast on gliding lines
hooked by chance in creations net of empty minds
finding footing furtively ground
in pages not even bound
but the knowledge of the re-said
sitting here drying my fear my letters bled
open your eyes onto umbrellas season
falling freely rains first dropp has to start
or are you still in clouds of reasons
instead you might have just missed some art.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem