there’s a man by the lake
he points to where I should go
I refuse to consider
for my mind’s buried
in the forest of silver dreams
am I even here, anywhere,
or close to anything real
the more I search
or pick on any trace
I feel as if I’m disappearing
I call upon the silent gods
of air and whistling promises
but there was nobody there
just a murky ghost
passing through
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem