To the invisible
nothing is divisible.
The visible is
infinitesimal.
I am infinitesimal
amongst the visible,
but not invisible.
My vision goes beyond
the visible and I see
misery.
The cross we don't
quite die on is Desire:
we call it Throne.
Crucifixion is our home
if there is no eternal fire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem