(another rediscovered old poem of mine.)
Chaos rushing through day and night
Histories hypocrisies
coincidence costs the point six pence
Charge the soul with framing
All the sides boxed in
Holds the picture still forever
Flash, flash-bang, an instant kills the
green tea leaf's flow of movement
light up soil and grow the fire
Bind me again to the wheel and set me all around in nowehere
from the neverstart to always end and side again,
ride the cycle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem