Being cut loose, going into an interior wilderness,
losing myself on purpose, just so I don't have to
be present to anyone or join in at all.
Such a difficult mood to deal with, not really
knowing what to do with it, backing into a corner
not walking out into the open again.
A lone little poet, striving to move into life and
not wanting to.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem