As it culminates to a breaking point,
hinting at repose, immediacy necessitates repudiation,
its ebb in continuity, retraced, revoked, reproached;
It courses reoriented into directions indeterminable,
to which motif will finally canalize our opaque confluence,
or is this cascading lastingly a prefigure for a resolution nearly, almost, never.
My- ©
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poem.......................