Full, ahead, alive, a super charged wave,
like the last days of Atlantis, like the flash-
point in an orgasm
Awakening primal fear and relief,
Memories, symbols, the history of a second
infinitely divided and served back as a series of Jungian
archetypes into the present
lampposts of entrainment.
They linger, then disappear into the ghost
horizon of a thousand
versions of me that never were.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem