Swizzling in the ebony of night, emitting phosphorescence
of glowing light, generating thoughtful illusions of
controlling ideas.
Sheltering life within cloaks of invisibility, awaiting
times of elite exposure under firelights in interior
twilight.
Alaskan lonesomeness sits tightly in these surroundings,
reasoning inside of cold igloos as life lives beyond them.
(11: 09 p.m. - 12/12/08)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem