I will search you again
in the mudslide of truth. The
endless thirst makes the earth run.
When you recite my
poems, a black hole opens the―
mouth to suck them in. I let the stars weep.
A deep darkness descends
to test the power of buried light
in the grave of white lies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic poem with great imagery and silken words. Enjoyed the poem.10++