i am writing these words
in a darkened
windowless room
outside
a cotton candy sunrise
is surely
existing in real time
no witness
am
i
to supposed glory
the earth spins
regardless
some of us
must
bow down
worshipping
something
invisible to the mind
my only thought
too bad this room has a doorway
(1-09-2000)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem