with inconsistent consistencies your constantly insisting...
the world you view the world you see within your reminiscing.
a raven's not a writing desk a flute is not a lute.
your lies will lay in special ways your truths will talk in twos.
so double speaking two way words with hairs of truth in fraction,
will once again have web woven... to lead a long distraction.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem