Short lived is the glory of that split second
came, existed, glorified.
soon after its arrival departed.
like a tear dropp came to life and vanished,
lived a lifetime in the scars of the split time,
memorized in a moment like a chainsaw pavement.
Heads rolled down for an undercover illusion,
all the past turned in to a future tense amusement.
Internal split converged in to an external movement.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem