Punctuating life with exclamations, periods,
unstated sentences, riding through desert
plains, looking for a place to be and become.
Sunsets fall upon each particle, shining them
through to some other dimension felt through osmosis.
Filtering images into any aspect of atmospheric pressure,
giving each one a life of its own, to be inspected in
another era of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem