This temporal self
anchored by a pulsating vigor
distorting my limited perceptions
Drawing me closer
to these material pleasures
immersed in this magnetic depravity
Remedied and satiated
slumbering in disorder
submerged by this banality
Disillusioned and discontent
stripped and starved
like a prisoner of a spiritual war
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem