I had some ideas and then it rained and I fell asleep.
When I finally get things together and do what I say I would
I'll have done what I was supposed to do
I was about to write of flowers,
I saw a hummingbird, I wrote about the Russel's Paradox
Hadn't I thought I was right — and I was — the timeline
Would probably still be
And what was to be ended up being,
But not here
Or perhaps here and not there
Halfway I'm sure it couldn't
The nous of now is noise
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem