I’ve seen the face within face
I’ve sifted farcically manifest guile
from the rooted reality
every trivia that you utter
is rustled hustled to my blood stream
I fear implosion as exploding is not kosher;
in context that contains me…
Knowing this séance of transience
mockery of this mist-long life
of this soi-disant romance
I am merely a dropp balancing on
Glistening leave………………..
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I would like to translate this poem
beautiful one with beautiful images..