the brain floats in
so many realms
it is the screw
god drives to
inspire humanity
sometimes in the
dead of night
a million light years away
you detect waves
that worked on
the brain like a screw
to a goal, an all
important answer
then comes the
enlightenment
that death is something
that could be reversed
a delight follows
swarming the nerves
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem