At night
When the cloud was a moonheaded eagle
There were also entities in the brain
And airplanes flew
Between the troposphere and the stratosphere
It was so cerebral
And the flowers declared
Existence too
In the day after
A cumulonimbus came so close to me
That I could even hear
The sounds in its lungs
If they were in the brain then
If they have been just metaphysical propositions
Neither analytic nor empirically
Verifiable and therefore meaningless
Nevertheless…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem