passion..
.to
that one
signifies imbalance.. dangerous... volatile....
brings worry-lines
...and the embalming need to lighten.....
..rapidly migrate to the lower flame...
the juiceless byway....
affrontage road...I calls it.....
.it is a logic that incenses.....
.acceptance that wearies.....
can
drag a prig to water.....
can
welter in the maize...
can-can
over the rift...and then what.....? ?
that gloved hand is heavy........
though
there are scions of life....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem