Tapping out mysteries of an interior darkness kept hidden
below the surface, never seeing the light of day, exposing
us to essentials of another form of enlightenment.
Striking poses as beats suddenly come out from the shadows,
taking moments into and out of our reflections, once mirror-
ing who we were.
Now not even recognizing ourselves in the sunlight, causing
an emptiness that fills us with a scornful picture of nothing
more to be explained.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem