Eighty times seeing the world
Times fifty times fighting
equals the same person,
folded in
Four thousand different outfits, houses, bodies
(four thousand times three then) .
Thirty wait for a smile that is inviting
and for seventy of your hundred attributes,
people leave you in a cruel, lazy swirl.
And yet, the outliers shoot from the mean.
with a rising confidence level
equal the same person,
ninety-eight, ninety-five, ninety in
all abundance of teaspoon lives.
It's not so rare to cling to pillows and revel
in math of millions of wall colors,
inbetween the fifty times falling back into love and dreams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Boy, my brain is worn out after this, but in a good way. This is extremely clever, creative, and comlex in that these are two things that would otherwise never be in the same sentence together. another awesome write!