I wish I knew where my head was,
maybe it would be easier to stare
at official lines without dreaming of
a new, well-adapted, happy and free
me listening to machine-gun voices
enumerating blood-curdling facts in
a succession of explosive sounds
A pepper-tongue duchess explaining
my brother’s illness cheerfully, relishing
similes of mother’s pain attacks, no
quiet moment to assimilate facts –
I’d like to be involved yet a restless,
uncontrolled energy starts spinning
out of control
My mind clamours for calm, time to
renew silence, a means to process
this information – to rewrite scripts
emphasizing the positive from my
point of view, reinterpret distorted
pictures relayed from threatening
perspectives with my own eyes
Replay stories from assumptions the
universe is a benevolent holograph
created by intelligent energy spinning in
unequalled beauty delighting all using
magnetic electricity to attract chosen
events to experience…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem