March 3,2004, my birth date; Thursday morning, July 21,
and Thursday night, July 28,2022
Composing—then reading what one has been
composed after the fact— produces the greatest pleasure,
joy, and solace amid the ongoing sadness, suffering
and despair. Ultimately, the poems themselves
don't matter, only necessity and the moment do.
And you, the reader in the act of reading.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem