Slowly the day unfolding in
concentric, many-dimensional
lines turning upon themselves
spiralling into nuanced shades
of meaning
My soul turning inside out
running about talking, filling
in forms, trying to find myself
in quiet contemplation, my
frayed spirit
Needs to re-orientate itself
electro-magnetic vibrations
must recover the space that
used to be mine before we
went off on holiday…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem