All my emotions are jostling-jangling for first place
In a body that feels as if time has no substance.
Time has no meaning, it’s just a dial on a clock face
Nothing feels real, it’s all too surreal.
Yet deep within I know the proof.
I’m floating on nerve-ends that lash out for an anchor,
This noiseless space is earth-shatteringly loud. And
Night is day is night is day, all is one.
I’m full of yearning, deep and secret
Heightened senses are delirious, crazy with tremors throbbing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem