This world is not
mine. Space was silent. The crop
is burning. You cannot hear the birds.
Sun writes graffiti
on the clouds. The black hole has a hissing
sound, so I start surveying the horizon.
We were talking. How
your body breaks. You were your
own enemy. Who brought partition of love?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Last stanza I liked the most.