I've got to get into it,
sever the sky,
let all the red
jam come down on my thoughts,
sticky, that's part of what it is,
but getting unstuck
a little more at a time,
of a world thick with all
kinds of traps,
solutions for money!
Venus,
this is a
contaminated
visor,
visually
there is a sinking
somewhere far off,
on some pixelated shore...
fake pollinations!
all kinds of goings's on,
enter enter
enter enter
through a small leather
strap, slips the metal eye...
I don't lie,
avoid detection...
ordinary Goddess
for only seconds,
your trillionth image!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem with a difference.Nice to read.