Cognitive. I am breaking
water. The sixth sense morphs into a
god. You know it is going to happen.
You walk in aphasia.
Moon wants to talk to you. About the
fate of earth in darkness. It was not politics.,
Let me unleash, unseen,
and unheard, the strength of rejection,
which will open the axioms of defeat.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem