For the words that are left untranslated
I recognize your existence
As I try to conjure up
your meaning
I recognize what it feels to be in transition
Wanting to be decoded to being left unexplored
Always in ultimate in-betweens
The pathway of existence is narrowing
Because the search for multiple definitions of what it is to just be
Is hard to grasp
With a polarizing tongue

By Danah Kowdan