It was the geometry of the
circle. Something was fishy in collecting
the knowledge of undying. You were your enemy.
You say time to become
warrior. Spell it out, the murder of
unarmed black birds.
You must move. Don't
stand like a milestone. Will you try avant-garde
to read the footprint of tall humans?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem