to characterize
the ceiling, the
circles chewing
on squares melting
into walls and openings
we walk in and out
of, like consciousness
the shapes of sleep
counting geometry
tracing triangles
to explain the
mistakes of
the day
month
year
the time is finite
once it's gone
it's gone
like a love
like a penny
like a dream
never the
mistakes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem