you go away very far thinking that is the end of it all
and, suddenly you delve still further to find
you are to trail back all the way where had you start
for a moment, there is this blurring
that why in the first place had walked against the tide
knowing very well
that in the strongfold of tide
there has was to be a relapse
backward journey sometimes is like that
'proxy'
still you mock the path
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem