glutted with silence and whales' fans under ocean
long long standing stars on face of sky
horses of poetry riding on edge of moving cloud
Gertrude Stein's questions of questions on ansers of answers
colours of truths on kusama's rooms of exists
new, new, new and neo-truth filled cup of emptiness.
''I'' is deayed train of thought-act.
five years old boy beyond blinds.
wind-doors.
night-doors.
dawn-doors.
morning-doors.
poetry-doors.
''WE ARE OPEN! ! ! ''
written on night-door.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem