[shouting down a hallway,
awaiting response]
Those who have come before me, and after (however briefly)
hello?
You were with me, once
Isolation and dreaming
and remembering a dream once forgotten.
Calling up,
the cistern's walls are cold with
niter and its damp cavities the long space-
you can hear me, can't you?
Far away, I could learn to
live without you,
I've done it before.
Love can be undone
Time can be unraveled
Bonds can be loosed
until nothing remains
but to call you
stranger.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem