so you found this poem on the floor
it was destined to be torn, to be no more
on knees at a crawl
you pieced it back together
always one much more clever
quickly shape the sprawl!
you must see how it reads!
to watch it revive!
and hear how it breathes!
you brought it back to life
splice by splice
with fate fueled fingers of you
to now beat upon this fresh leaf
to rest in glue
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem