i repeat words
and i have a chew
of my syllables
love
love
love
love
crazy this mind is
crazy
having gained all the years
and yet can still
mishandle an error
oft repeated
i have focused on the
form
and is misled by its
contours
its lines like labyrinths
of the confused
mind
in willingness
to be lost
to such a ecstasy
that cannot be
easily forgotten
the promises are
rains
beyond the paths
of the gutters
overflowing
there is this
collaboration to be
destroyed
a form of masochism
because of the
beatings of
the flesh
i rest upon
time
and pierces upon
the form
going deeper
into the ramifications
of reason
i sleep upon
the breasts of time
and at the center of
its meaning
i regain the composure
of truth
lotus position
i give a bloom of my flower
arm
to the sky
i chant the song
of the leaves
i simulate the
posture of the
pond
and so here i am with
you
beyond the reach of the
flesh
in peace and harmony
with this poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem