Blue-eyed soul, Wayfarer of the cosmos...
What is the scheme of things?
The soul can delve into the darkness, but will not return unvarnished.
I fear the reaper almost as much as I fear life;
Spiral staircase, Chaotic tango of steep steps and narrow ledges.
Social graces, awkward spaces of dos and don'ts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem