No doubt about
'Somewhere else':
What is
Is out of it,
And isn't
Without it.
What's out of it
Isn't without it.
Without it
What wouldn't be.
But there's doubt
About 'what':
Without it would
'Somewhere else' be?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A meaningful discourse of the many somewhere else things we have stored in our minds, perhaps erased later, and hopefully, by the word content.