Why should I cough myself up?
Spew myself out.
Spatter myself.
I cannot step inside you
I can hardly find my way
around you.
So many words and wants
rattling, chattering, clambering
to be heard.
It is exhausting
listening to the
sound.
but when I look at
wisps of white
in a high cornflower blue sky
my heart stills
and my breath comes easy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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