Parading

I took the dishes out of my heart

What / is a form without an outside? What is a country

I was cooking my life in a cracked clay

So many feelings fit between two heartbeats

learn / to forget that passionate music. It will end.

when you, mingled between sleep

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look

thought: “Had we the first intimation of the Definition of Life,

ink   mere eraser   fuck it   let’s become

Sometimes the translations are cryptic in themselves.