Insanity; and the hole,
it is blinding.
And your head, the light,
that spins around it.
even in my strong hands,
your toes,
flutter like moist oysters.
Arched, each back bent,
in some unnatural story.
And the slim neck must
shake off,
too each milk filled eye.
While the head spins around,
back into the hole of insanity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem