Spliced
To straight blade
Kind—but grating
The pleasure
October song
And noise
In me
Walking
The now while on
~*~
On cloud fire
Each certainty
Of time
Nerves to go
And shock the sun
Tingling drought
To a long life
~*~
Some truths
Like crowds
Looked with know-it-all
Dizzying wisdom
In heights—of words
The natural answers
Next to your head
~*~
Abounding sweet rose
Strength to silky whole
Unbending passionless ravages
Resilience with broken fall
Uncertain darkness
Comes to life uninvited
~*~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem