she sat in her basement, convulged in understanding.
knowing her purpose in life.competed by knowing that she had been told by a greater power than herself what she would live and die doing.
what would ultamately complete her life. how she would do it.
and as the basement door swung open she saw her own reflection her own twin and she knew, she was once again purpoouseless, casueless, empty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a little confusing, but interesting, i think a little more can be added to this for improvements but so far, well done -ROCCO