Tile ‘tween twin tile
Broken by breath,
Bent by brine;
Forces for flow.
Grinding green gas,
Substitute suns
Of opaque oil
Glaringly glow.
Warmth wavers within,
Will wavers without.
Sides spin springs
Pain provoking pride.
All aimed at:
Orion; oblivion; omega.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
OMEGA the end of all.