i hate the word change,
because it is corpo
rational
national,
regional,
and with global impact
ever since the industrial epoch.
maybe because
most of the time
words have no taste,
values have no value,
theories are odorless but stink,
sometimes it is better
to leave the world of the mind
with all its heavy and rusted scraps
along side a river, a lake, ocean,
or any local mind dump or dumpster.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem