when i look at you for
a long time
i feel pity for you
somehow you do not
deserve this
i am at a loss of words
i want to tell you
everything
you are always silent
and i like you for that
and then i look at myself
a very long searching gaze
and there is anger there
somehow i must have done
you
injustice, and the pity expands
like an oil pollution spilling to the
ocean
many innocent birds suffer
and waddle in
the helplessness of their
situation
i want to be away from you
to pull you out from me
but that is impossible because
you are myself
you are in me
and i am in you
we are one and somehow
we are beginning to be a dichotomy of
two words
it is not the either or of the
situation
it is the immersion of an
impossibility of
a separation
i am you and
you are i,
no one has ever escaped on this
phenomenon
not even in the syntax of
our human grammar
our way of using words as
forms of liberation
or escape the way they tell us
that you and i
can be free in some unknown
or undiscovered formulation
i look at you with pity
and you look at me with anger
the two blend together
in the inevitable acceptance of who we
really are
we are one
in two mouths
our hands remain
a pair of
helpless parts
two people are talking
within
this one soul one body
anonymous.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem