If you call out loudly,
the past will find you
The pain but a looking glass,
all time a shroud
As memory surrounds,
its prison reopens
Chaining the present
—locking the future down
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April,2019)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a souvenir all the past memory the machine opens, re-opens page after page......... time bounds all!