the breathing in and out
of a decent soul
without a trace
engraved to
the blissful Asparagus
that
comes itchy mind sensed
slowly
noise
erupts by intermittences
as dead silence
lies beneath
the freedom
of a verse intensed
tik
tok ars
breathing...
and as all beneath the vision
of petty brains
that're crushed
to the allieviating retreat of
a Subconscience Calculus
in the zombie-like world
of anew:
You now know the Door
opens to the accounts
of Perception
and protrudes the invented spirit
so do you see the mimick
of non-complacentry?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem