Within whirling visions of why
totally truth-sank and encrypted
within the aroused crawling
across weathered windows high
I foresee all that I am not
and dare all the rest to find
its own peace amongst what goes on
and what no longer is possible.
Truly itchy incorrigible ways
cringes at the touch of
the one word pointing at me.
Only your defiant smile
can whisk intentions
across all the known universe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good write I felt this should be written with more affection