There is only one thing worse
than a burning question,
and that is having
nothing at all
to think about.
Emptiness crawls on its belly
and into your head like a sideshow.
It doesn't care who you are
or what greatness you've done.
It's the only force capable of
true destruction,
and It's you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem