You ask me what am I thinking when I look inside you
and you see me looking through you, as if I thought.
And how in the beginning, it was a point of issue in
that you thought, you had received not my undivided
attention and as I tried to, and I did and you understand.
So briefly, in explanation as no enigma can, with you do I.
Know too that no two enigmas are alike and as such
they are going to understand this and it helps you to
grow together, while spiraling apart to meet the end.
For the contrivance of complication is simple deceit, and
deceit, contrived is a simple matter for my generals and we
were not at war, as were so many, who thought they knew.
That two enigmas laid end to end, should never taste defeat.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem