Across black boundless void
spins cosmic dust
upon shining solar wind.
Sailing universal vibrations
screaming poetic truths
thundering vibrant spirit
etching edge entrant age.
Slipstreams which must be written
suffer not becalmed doldrums.
Slipstreams which must be written
will be definitely written.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem