Up high on a mount,
in the face of all,
parts are small
that loom large
through a hole in a wall
and telescope fun
into what can be shot
from the sight of your gun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey. I like that this poem is one that I have to think about, but would it be possible to maybe make it a bit longer so that I can see more of what is going on in its context?