. . .telling those who swarm around him his desire
is that an appendage from each of them
fill, invade each of his orifices,--
Oh yeahOh yeahOh yeahOh yeahOh yeah
until, as if in darkness he craved the sun, at last he reached
Until telling those who swarm around him begins again
(we are the wheel to which we are bound).
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem