condensed and instrumental; lacking gravity
I say my prayers and deal the hands of generalities
enticing notions spin the web of possibility
but scripted affection lures inaccurately
my great escape; a feat exposing mastery
I may have caught a glimpse of what you thought could be
but assured conviction is a decoy to my apathy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem