The logistics of kept deceptions,
Has come to upset...
Those witnessing their steps taken,
Coming to exhale the inhaling...
Of its final cycle of repeated breath.
Nothing left is there,
To prevent truth from being revealed.
Nothing left remains to be secretly,
Concealed.
It is all there to accept.
Or continue to reject beliefs to have been,
Deluded to keep reality abused.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem