The diamond shall be split
a million shards stamped into the ground
never to be looked at again
time will be irrelevant
for we are happening concurrently.
What use is time
to a puppet who sees the strings?
Yet he should've been a watchmaker
put the peices back in the right order
and it would all have made so much more sense.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem