Caught in the middle of action,
One contrives a mentality of instants,
The philosophers swear their allegiance
To us who lie and adorn the walls.
My mastering of the pennies is grand,
After the millionaires, after the solution.
My matter is my energy, old ages
Shall connect me to the present.
One is caught between the solids
And the liquids and the gases.
In this medium we call ourselves
The obliterators.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
my matter is my energy. good write. thanks.