Today I fell difficult

Today I want to write poetry,

today I look at the sky and sigh,

today the nothingness is infinite

and infinity stays in my mind.

Much I have written about beauty

much I have written about ugliness,

but I do not know what it is happening

for confused my chest is.

Perhaps a rain is coming,

perhaps it is heat stupor,

for a thousand oddities occur

over my eyes, on my temples.

An “s” whistles to me,

an “n” pushes me,

a “y” gets stuck in my throat

and an “e” is puncturing my ear.

A word slaps me,

I sentence ties me,

a verse interrogates me,

and a poem stabs my heart.