There is enough fire in him to burn emptiness
Enough energy to fertilize space
Forces converge and spar within him
Clouds pass through his eyes
He is a destroyer of darkness
An exploding mind that illuminates the sky
A pre-cosmic supernova
Fed by an invisible Quasar
He is a conqueror who creates space
So he can breathe,
Swinging a chandelier of stars
To fill his mist with meaning
When he becomes tired
He sums the tab and returns unto himself
Noble and silent, rich and wise, but
Gray haired
Only his hair yet illuminates
The edges of galactic voyages
His children are still fertile, and
His barbarity has disappeared
Now alone—
Biologically spent, a cosmic aquarium
A clock of fish still bathes within him
But, he disappears
He knows he will be born again
And start fresh anew
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An elderly man reminiscing about the wildness of his youth and not regretting it. I like it. Keep it up.