Born on rims and edges.
Inches; the way they spread and weave
A time that cannot be touched.
Two breaths: -
By skin, by bone.
Shattered, stupid science.
Capsule. Cocoon.
A reeling snowball
Passes through a spoke-less wheel.
A rootless flower stems.
A faceless balloon knots its breath.
Low, pale, faint; the voices hush.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem