Now.
Sit down.
Let go.
Tomorrow’s now will be no more than this
- another was.
Nothing is enough
to distract
your present thought.
And your present thought
is only movement between two points,
a wave that leaves the water behind,
plotted by an electrical mind.
So take your nothing.
Now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem, it is very well put.