This is a follow up
About the graffiti on your wall
I accused you of hanging
Now I discovered you had
The same kind she had on hers
And suddenly I couldn't tell
If hers was on your wall
Or was it she that was
Or was it yours that were
Or is it you that were on hers
But all in all
I suspect you must've been together
Because the odds of found art
Hung on both walls
Is like two atoms colliding
In a cosmic vacuum
After an expansive exhalation
Of my lungs
Actually I believe it was a celestial
Subatomic particle dandruff trace
Against the blackness
Of the night skies immensity
No, I think it is stars I see
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem