This is nothing new,
But it was nearly forgotten.
This longing is welling up inside of me.
As though every organ is swelling and filling with... something.
A want like fire,
A passionate desire.
Burning me and spurning me like an old X-mas tree.
When I think of my ache like flesh stretched abroad the mast of a ship,
I feel as though I'm sinking into a dull existence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem