My mind insane, 
From the taste of bare sin
Yet my mouth is that of a sheath, 
Lying Underneath, My words hidden as the sharp sword.
Cutting away at the sane mind’s, 
Known sin, for a pain/wound not felt, 
Cannot be healed or understood by a skin unfelt by its touch.
For 
One cannot dream, 
If the world never sleeps.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
Keep in tune with yourself