We can say our souls merge
After separate existences,
Existences
Which may or may not
Have some say
In the quality of the union
Depending on how they are extended,
Well or not:
Not,
By expectation;
Well,
By density gravitation
To certain mystification.
If I balance my soul
On a pinpoint that is all that is real,
I'll be extended, 'That isn't the deal,
Pointlessness
Is needed to feel.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
On a pinpoint that is all. thanks.