FROM my simple understanding
you only exist because you are nice to me
as i am also nice to you
as the world is nice to all of us
nice in its usual connotation
smooth smile simpler synthesis
like you offer me an orange
that i squeeze and suck every pulp every drop
when things turn sour when fungus strikes
when everything is rotten
there is nothing more to desire
i need a brick wall to bump my head
there will be cracks and then it is my turn to be gone
that is the exit that i am speaking about myself
there is only I, BECAUSE
THOU is simply a delusion
there is no such under the state of affairs
i cannot even touch it
even in my little imagination
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem