I shall awake no more.....
The time for my existance has lapsed.....
I hear, see, and feel not his presence near my shore....
He has removed my soul from his stage collapsed...
I shall remain forever his illusion....
My soul buried deep in his delusion...
an escaped butterfly trapped by wings spun by gossamer threads of deception...
a deception that underlies no perceptions....
My existence is his deception
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
mysterious, beautifuly mysterious and liberating.....John