On the shame that one feels, of the wrongdoings, wrong deeds one had, committed, that guilty conscience still gnawed! Translated…
A Shadow that Became, My, Twin
Repeated My Actions, Until
Until You Became, Me in Form
Dreaming of the Death of My Lover. Ever Since
You’d, Kept the Secrets For Me Carefully
Troubled by the Problems of the Bitterness, & the Sweetness of the Love
The Soils with the Consciousness, in the Middle of the Abdomen
Love & Regrets Being Born, at the, Same Time
In the, Same Place
I Paid Attention to the Messages Daily, Remembered You
With My Ears
Cared More than the Others, How You Shall, Keep on, Surviving
In this Place, with No Need to Adjust the Planets
With Your Back to the Oceans Alone, You’d Seen———
A Wandering Blind Man, a Bard
Clung Tightly onto the Neck of the Nights, Asking, Where the Heart the Eyes, Belonged
Pressed that Famished Bones of that Whale, Where it had, Fallen
I Turned My Head, and, You’re, No Longer there.
Only the Flaws are Enough
To Cover Up This Darkness that is, Me
And so, this is on, the need to keep oneself hidden, because maybe, you’d done something awful to someone you’d cared about, and you feel regret, and ashamed of what you’d done, that’s why, you can, face up to the light.