i continue. to the 3rd movement.
i muscled my way threw.
withthe randomness of a subject.
i wanted no part of.
i just thought it up. i continue
with the tiresome tittle of daughter. the little left foot of a diseased soldier.
i wanted to continue to look with eyes i can't containe, But. i have too many B's
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem