You will pay for what you say.
You will see what grows in me.
You will know the precise bow,
The relentless weight of snow.
You will find the ties that bind
Men and beasts, hands and fists
You will wake in a deep fake,
A bad dream you cannot break.
You will cry with every pry.
You will walk a way of chalk.
You will kiss a wind of bliss
without events to dismiss.
You will rise above your price.
You will fly throughout the sky.
You will leave your den, and then
You will fall. That will be all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem