this is not a pipe.
i know. it is just a picture of a pipe.
there are two pipes here.
one which you have kept
and the other which you have shown.
you have shown what is not a pipe.
it is another world of this pipe.
we who are tired of real pipes
and you who still make the most smoke of
that hidden pipe.
we who want to take hope back to our
nose, and our tongues,
take what is not a pipe. What is real
to us now is that which is not a pipe.
we shall survive.
we travel inside us and we shall not be
lost.
we will survive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And the other which you have shown! Nice work.