i forced myself to write something
so just a few drops
i found myself in crosswords
until that doors are closed
i exhaust myself for a few syllables
until that time i reach you
i jumped from line to line
i fell down and got shot
now anger pushes me below..

I do not question whether I am happy or unhappy.
Yet there is one thing that I keep gladly in mind --
that in the great addition (their addition that I abhor)
that has so many numbers, I am not one
of the many units there. In the final sum
I have not been calculated. And this joy suffices me.