Like the thinker,
why did you not-
become thoughtless?
You do not display
what have you not.
you come out in bazaar.
Surviving in darkness
in the depth of the─
inverted sea.
The rise and fall of
the chest gleaming with
water and flame.
The want, the
desire, the thirst, kissing
the inappropriate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem