out into the world of scattering i plunge
into the deluge of humans i scavenger to judge
all who have misjudged me, in the scorge of idiocy implored.
i sit here with nothing in the world that is only to me, so bored.
i turn around and see the sky abhore me into nothingness, it deepens my sore. my core is strong but weak is its sides, how will i ever decide what to become now, now that its all been taken; he enters the tower of greatness, and the millions cry out in blood, and the laughter of the crows turn to stone and mud
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem