I have within me a strange theatre
a stage
and seats for visitors.
They are outside of me.
Plays are held within,
many characters at many times.
All are different, with the same prestige.
The first one was Van Gogh; he painted on the stage.
Then came Chuck Yeager; they floated in space.
There was the entry of Robert Plot with his enormous dinos.
Then we saw Yip Kai Man with his flashy hand.
In the end, some absurd creatures with letters came together.The viewers aren't strangers.
The customers are the cast themselves, standing on the stage and sitting in the seats at different times.
However, as so many characters played on the same stage, it got broken.
In the end, a plumber came to repair it, but he was an outsider, not a character in the play.I have only a theatre within me,
but I am the plumber.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem