rushed through already broken mirrors
like comets through the words I left behind
and cherished for long before uttered
they
shattered their silence
with their forelights rear lights
all direction chameleon eyesights
and multiply spread whispers
through the gusts of meaning
wiping their feet against a magic carpet
why was it I who had to hear
a trans-surfed darkness
against the hissing night
and never found a clue as to its half begging tongue
'will you finally shut up'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem