INFINITE UNIVERSES RECREATING THEMSELVES
Infinite universes recreating themselves
As more and more infinite universes
Infinite realities and more infinite realities beyond
Infinite realities
And the endless process of infinities making more infinities
Going on and on
As if reality impossible for us to begin to grasp or understand
And we in our long dying inconsolable
On how much is being created beyond us
Whether it is living or not-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And where do we fit in, In our infinite sins?