What if
there is nothing
there?
what if beyond
is just an open
gate
a
broken fence?
what if
as we see it
there is
nothing but
dust and
wind?
shall we
but laugh
about past
sacrifices?
how many books
are there
how many pages
how many
words
deeds
go into the futility
in time?
cheers! i have this
glass and
drink all it has
and then
i shall be content
perhaps
with only
the remaining
emptiness
which
by analogy is
still
silence
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem