the targeted colours,
fragrances, tastes, food,
sound of songs,
that finally survived
of an endless matters of endless expanse
is 0.000000000000000011 percent.
and it is disjoint.
when we try to integrate each
to its source either in matter
or in antimatter,
no clear one to one correspondence
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem