to my wife
who, weeping wants
to dilute, dirge
die, sealed with me...
both our seamless
clothbound, immoral souls,
shalt synchronicity released,
fly forever flaming free...
never parted more
broken hearted more...
wilt whither we
wilt shiver we...
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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I would like to translate this poem