A certain sequence of events may happen
occur, or otherwise take place, ... for us
We experience an emotion
emotion spasms a thought
But thinking kills the emotion
(or at least greatly alters emotion)
The thought continues and it
generates: words, words, words
But the words deform the thought
we now have words to dictate action
But the action is false, a false action
not even a kissing cousin to emotion
It is part of thought or process of thought
Does art foster emotion or vise versa?
Thus thinking may create a curious dilemma
are we thinking or just think we are thinking
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem