While everyone
horizontal
and me vertical –
whomever I met
At once we formed a right angle
I told them
They can trust the right angle –
they can believe
That wherever it is – in whatever shape
ever truthful
It is a straight ninety degrees
In comparison – I asked them – can you
Without careful measurement
Without detailed assessment
acute or not
Offer an angle to your beloved
and in certitude
State its degree?
They said I was right –
then they lay down
horizontal and
went back to sleep
Poem by ZAHRAD
Translated by Tatul Sonentz
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