there is a door.
for it to open-
dream-weaver door
locking in Light,
driving dream
onto screen
reflecting images
vanishing to point
like _*
- realize how sane
you are. then wait
for anarchy's
stealthy bullet
to sizzle skull
and explode heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Maybe it's a door of no return and all beyond that door is darkness for hundreds of years and all that was peaceful was behind...Hmmm this poem certainly brought forth reality to me.....