I wish
to be reincarnated
as a snail.
I've been reading
in translation
enough Tantric
parchments
accumulated
through bidding houses
for the purpose
of pasting them
on my sculptures
of torsos.
Especially female
to satisfy my predilection
for more extended
spirituality
than men have.
I thought of Descartes
who tinkered
with its mathematics
and Bernoulli
who engraved
a spiral
on his tombstone.
In any case
the fact of having an ever
expanding
home built into my body
to accommodate
my artifact collections
in these times
of ever growing
real estate prices
would be a divine
solution.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem