However much I run
However much I write
I am a smaller and smaller part of all there is-
Everything is expanding at an accelerating rate
And all my writing leaves me only farther and farther behind-
It is impossible to know or conceive how this all will end
And if it will end-
But all I can expect is to be so small and so lost
And so little a part of everything
That I will not really be known to exist-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem