Each state of him got its song, each mood - its thought
tuned in rhytm and color. Were it allowed by the
blue reality: that suffocating matter, it
Here&Now clinched upon him
enduring
his life, throughout
that everlasting session
- short of Life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very interesting poem, a nice thought is presented in the poem, thanks for sharing