…Giving no resolute comfort or hope
Rather take just those things
Though not for the simple sake of. Taking
More some cradled vortex that cannot help
but
Pull in its spinnings
Yet tarry on, amongst those pied-piper'ed still by some
Slightly less jaded vantage of the answer -
Psyche, riddled with grace goes
Unthought;
And we giggle in whispers gesturing closer, quietly
As we happen upon these small rents in the fabric of the curtain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem