when i actually took up abode
in this physique, i have forgotten
however, ask the landlord, it has all
the records of the day I moved in
chromosone x, chromosone y
single cell, double cell and all
their multiplications, not a single cell
was not courted, counted in the work of
an organic dwelling meant to shine
they are all within the system
but well, dont even bother to ask
when I actually took abode
he will probably not tell, holding it
keeping it in a secretive, stoic,
and religious disposition
nobody would ever know
but one thing is for sure
he is bound to boot me
out of his system one day
and by tradition it will be
done as coldly and sternly
sometimes with full of vengeance
and venom as if i have been
a burglar and, as if we have
never met
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem