Breaking feelings, covering up my being in their falling
tears.
Tearing my heart with shards of emotion as they slip and
slide across my mind.
No direction or purpose to speak of in this distant
universe in an unknown dimension.
Life perpetrating an existence in this being, as it walks
upon particles of tilted glass pathways.
An interior, once created in a placid lake of sensuous
desire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem