Sit here my child in between these walls
of thought, sit here now, sit still be a good
native, an embodiment of thought as
walls, a self-defeating image, a room
with no widows nor mirrors.
Here naming is imprisoning, the very idea
of bringing words to life, is the cause of
destruction, learn not to think, you are
not here to formulate, nor to inform.
sit still as your history, do not trouble
your mind child, let silence purify your
You have a new name now, your name
is Mary, you are married to this now, this
is your alpha and omega, never question this.
Let me remind you again, between these walls
you are not to talk because when you do, you will
have to think, when you think you appear, when
you appear, you disturb peace, our peace.
This religion is meant to protect you, to protect
us All from you, sit here be still, because to instinctively
move is to generate questions and No one needs a
questioning native, child!
Sit here, be silent I tell you.
Be still as a picture frame on the wall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem