When everyone observes everyone,
no one observes at all—
a perfect symmetry
where everyone wins,
and no one does.
When you turn every page,
you turn none—
under such a spell,
you either remain in a cage
or awaken as a sage.
Nothing frees like freedom—
yet only the king is free
within the kingdom.
And the queen—
is she not free?
Perhaps she is—
but only
if the king agrees.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem