you wonder,
what is the point?
it is pointless
all these are but exercises,
looking for
verbal sufficiency
this articulation of
smoothness like
strong liquor to
my throat
how does it slide?
like life.
however, if in
this journey, i stumble
upon God, or
Love, then i am
as lucky as you,
Restless Soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem