Tangled in a western disruption
inser the disruptor and erupt slanted
cross-eyed continued rides the canyon
famous hazy laser savor four million
ask a favor of the chameleon and
strip the planet slowly of its fortune
This front is for the centurion
crowding seas interpret fleas around the medallion
taking naps in nuclear caves
the slow ghost gasps with a clasp of sad shells
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I would like to translate this poem