last night i was almost caught
do not ask me what it was
i was almost caught and my body
shook like a vibrating fork and my
mouth shut off like a door and no
matter how she tries to open it
something inside me refused to
let her in.
if she caught me, i could have known
how the Sphinx did the extinction upon
itself.
somehow there was this ambivalence
if i were caught i could have been free.
but i was not caught
and so i remain in this self-imposed enclosure
i feel safe. But i am unhappy.
there are always two sides of our choices.
but i trust my instincts. Whatever i choose
it will always be still for my own good.
last night, i know that feeling, how to live
and how to die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem