Through the evolving debris of decades,
A thousand paper mosaics fill again with warping light,
Their plasma blurred against the careless rub of time.
The human is transported beyond past disappointment,
Order is again brought forth, from worn boxes and containers
As ever-nimble light quickly travels millions of miles
To astound us, in old mausoleums of photographs.
Stellar neutrons irradiate once nondescript joys,
But soon the shutter spins outward again,
With the rapid speed of displeasure;
The eyes longing, for what they used to own.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A picture perfect poem, well done.