Wherefore
Am I emanating
With doctorated words
To hemolyze literature
Or to coagulate
Or to annihilate
Or to agglutinate
Its aesthetic posterity
Intercepting my brainwaves
From being thrombotic
Resonating from my childhood's wit
Interwoven by spread
Into endless time.
These disentangled confessions
I have to express, are my own
As I employ convoluted words
Of all sorts
Reverberating intrusive
To make a mockery of poetry
Extrapolating its other disciples
Inclusive.
Herefore!
I emerge
With a definitive postulation;
Entanglement is the definition of love
Devouring the souls of innocent libidos.
How much more or less
Do I need to detonate
My unwavering love and affection
That never seem to fibrinolyze.
Nothing in this world is immortal
Except for these intricated confessions's Outpours
In my deepest
Thoughts of you
You are the whorl of my soul
Destined to fit together
Copulated!
Like two molten souls
Engraved to life on the same cell block.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem