Surrounded, within.
Complexity of another kind.
Wrapped in scraps.
Your tears tells me the time.
Your words fills the ugliest of signs.
I need no signal.
I understand.
I am a man.
My reason for the dress.
I am unsuccessfully impressed.
The only thing that is queer.
Is the emptiness roaming freely.
In between your ears.
Mind that which you should matter.
Alice slept with me.
And the Mad Hatter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem