any freak experience sucks us
into a flurry of awry thoughts
what strike us like after shocks;
we tremble with brooding tremors.
then we seek for a panic room
rather grope for a secluded solace:
if we make it we recoil and recline
and if we fail we may raise resilient hood
and spew full venom like a beheaded rattlesnake.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem